them. He seems a little out of sorts.”
“Daddy doesn’t usually yell at me. I think he’s been working too hard.”
“I see. Well, I hope he feels better soon.” While she talked, Lauren was serving lunch. She set a plate out for Jack, also, even though she thought he deserved to eat his prepackaged lunch.
He came into the kitchen with a brown paper bag. Taking the two sandwiches out, he stared at the sandwich already on a plate in front of him. Then he looked at his purchases. “Look, you can’t keep making lunch for us.”
“It’s not a problem.”
“Yes, it is. I’m doing a job for you, not holding my hand out for charity.”
“So reduce your price. I’ll make lunch for you and Ally every day and you take off the price of lunch. Maybe a whole five dollars per day.”
“Fine. Five dollars a day!” With that, he sat down in the chair and picked up the warm sandwich to eat.
“Wait, Daddy! We have to say our prayer,” Ally said.
“Oh, right, baby. Sorry.” He bowed his head and Ally said a simple prayer.
Lauren was impressed. “That was very nice, Ally.”
“Daddy taught me.”
“Your daddy did a good job.”
“Does that mean Daddy gets cookies, too?”
Lauren shot a look at Jack, who was stolidly chewing his sandwich, not looking at either of the females.
“Your daddy gets cookies…if he wants them.”
She knew he was listening because he shot her a glance that she couldn’t read. But he said nothing.
Ally leaned toward her father. “They taste good, Daddy. You’ll like them.”
“Thank you, baby. I’m sure I will,” he muttered.
Lauren thought his words were encouraging. She ventured another suggestion. “Mr. Rogers starts in a few minutes. Would it be all right for Ally to stretch out on the sofa for her nap and watch that show until she falls asleep?”
“She might get the sofa dirty.”
“I’ll put down a sheet so she’ll be comfortable. I’m afraid your hammering might make it hard for her to sleep in the office.”
“Fine.”
Then she passed him the plate of cookies. After hesitating, he took two.
“I think you might want more than that. The cookies are small.”
He took another four. “I’ll eat these while I’m working. Thank you for lunch.” He stood to leave, then he thought about his daughter. “Ally, go right to sleep, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.” Her smile was big.
With an irritated look for Lauren, he strode out of the kitchen.
“I think Daddy is still mad.”
“No, sweetie, he’s just frustrated.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, uh, Daddy wants things to go one way but they’re going the other way.”
“But I think he liked the cookies,” Ally said, a hopeful sound in her voice.
“Yes, I’m sure he did. Now, we’ve got to get you settled for your nap.”
JACK TRIED to concentrate on his work, but Lauren’s confession about her motherhood stayed with him. It took a lot for a person to raise her brothers and sisters.
And here he’d maligned her in his mind. He’d thought she was just being bossy, but instead she was quite experienced. As well as being beautiful. He’d noticed that at once, when she’d first opened the door. So if she was so sweet, why was she called The Shark?
Judge Robinson, who wasn’t really a judge anymore, but had once been one, felt that term was one of admiration. He should know since he was the attorney in charge of the law firm. But Jack had thought it was one of disrespect.
Maybe he needed to visit with the judge. After all, Lauren seemed to be spending a lot of time with his daughter. And what was he going to do for tomorrow? Was he going to have to bring Ally with him again?
He gradually lost himself in his work. Loving the work he did was a big benefit. It made the days fly by. Then he had the evenings with Ally. She was such a sweetheart, making him feel fortunate to have his little girl.
So he was feeling good again when the door opened. He turned to see the woman from his thoughts.
He put down his tools. “Is Ally causing a problem?”
“Of course not,” she told him calmly. “But I want to talk to you, please.”
“About what?” he demanded.
“About Ally. You see, I don’t have enough to do right now, and I thought maybe you could continue to bring your little girl and I could take care of her. It doesn’t require much time, since she watches Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers and takes a nap.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why? Do you have a place you can leave her?”
“No, but I’ll find one.”
“So why choose to leave her with strangers? Why not keep her here where you’ll know what’s going on?”
“I don’t think a lawyer should be spending her time taking care of my child. I can’t afford such expensive help.”
“You’d be doing me a favor.”
“Why?”
“I told you. I don’t have enough to do!”
“Care to explain why you have nothing to do for four weeks, but you’re not taking your vacation?”
Her cheeks turned red, drawing his attention. “I—I—Judge Robinson, the head of our firm, says I’m about to burn out and he wanted me to take some time off so it wouldn’t happen. I couldn’t convince him that wasn’t going to happen, so he’s banned me from the office for four weeks.”
“And you want to entertain yourself with my child? I don’t think so.”
“Are you suggesting I wouldn’t take good care of her? How dare you!”
“I think halfway through the four weeks, you’ll find a way to work your way into Judge Robinson’s good graces again and you’ll abandon Ally. That’d hurt her.”
“How would it hurt her any more than leaving her with
