that was childish, he nonetheless set his coffee cup on the counter and herded the three munchkins to the door. Missy would go nuts with worry if she realized they were gone. Albeit for better reasons than to catch her in the act, he had to take her kids back.
“Let’s go. Your mom will be worried if she finds you gone.”
Owen dug in his heels. “But she’s talking to the man. She doesn’t want us to sturb her.”
His eyebrows rose in question and he glanced at Helaina, the interpreter.
Who looked at him as if he was crazy not to understand. “Yeah. She doesn’t want us to sturb her.”
“Sturb?”
“Dee-sturb.” Claire piped in.
“Oh, disturb.”
Lainie nodded happily.
Well. Well. Little Miss I-Don’t-Want-A-Fling didn’t want to be disturbed. Maybe his first guess hadn’t been so far off the mark, after all? She might not want a relationship with him, but she was with somebody.
Wyatt corralled the kids and directed them to the porch.
When they were on the sidewalk at the bottom of the steps, Helaina caught his hand. “We stay together when we walk.”
Claire shyly caught his other hand.
Warmth sputtered through him. He seriously wasn’t the kind of guy to hang out with kids, but not only was he playing in dirt and organizing Wiffle ball games, now he was holding hands.
Owen proudly led the way. He skipped to the hedge and pulled it aside.
Lainie stooped and dipped through. Claire stooped and dipped through. Owen grinned at him.
Wyatt took one look at the opening provided and knew that wasn’t going to work. “You go first. I need to hold it up higher for myself.”
Owen nodded and ducked down to slip through.
Wyatt pushed the hedge aside and stepped into Missy’s backyard, where all three kids awaited him.
He pointed at the porch. “Let’s go.”
But only a few feet across the grass, Missy’s angry shout came from the house, as if she was talking to someone on the enclosed front porch.
“I don’t care who you are! I don’t care what you think you deserve! You’re not getting one dime from me!”
Wyatt’s blood ran cold. That didn’t sound like the words of a lover. It didn’t even sound like the words of a friend.
Could the man in her house be her ex? Returning for money? From her? After draining their accounts?
His nerve endings popped with anger. He dropped Claire’s and Helaina’s hands. “Wait here.”
But when he looked down at their little faces, he saw Claire’s eyes had filled with tears. Owen’s and Helaina’s eyes had widened in fear. The shouting had scared them. He couldn’t leave them out here alone when they were obviously frightened.
“Oh, come on, darlin’. You know I should have gotten this house when your grandmother died. I’m just askin’ for what you owe me.”
Wyatt’s mouth fell open. That was Monty.
“I heard you’ve got a sweet deal going with this wedding cake thing you’re doing. I just want what’s coming to me.”
“What should be coming to you is jail time!”
“Aren’t you being a little melodramatic?”
“Melodramatic? You beat Mom to within an inch of her life so often I’m not surprised her heart gave out. And you beat me and Althea.” She stopped. A short cry rang out.
Then Missy said, “You get the hell away from me! Now. Mom may not have wanted to call the police, but the next time you show up here I’ll not only call the police, I’ll quite happily tell every damned person in this town that you beat us. Regularly. They’ll see that the happy-go-lucky diner owner everybody loves doesn’t really exist.”
“You’d never get anybody to believe you.”
“Try me.”
By now the kids had huddled around the knees of Wyatt’s sweatpants. No sound came from the house, but the front door slammed shut. With his hands on the kids’ shoulders, Wyatt quickly shepherded them to his side of the shrubs, where Monty couldn’t see them.
As her father screeched out of the driveway, Missy came barreling out the kitchen door. Standing on the porch, she screamed, “Owen! Lainie! Claire!” as if she’d gone looking for them after Monty left, found them gone and was terrified.
Wyatt quickly stepped out from behind the thin leafy branches, three kids at his knees. “We’re here. They came to get me to play in the sandbox.”
She ran down the porch steps and gathered her children against her. “They haven’t eaten breakfast yet.”
“I didn’t know that or I would have given them cereal. I have plenty.” Not knowing what else to do, he babbled on. “Gram had enough for an army, and most of it still hasn’t hit the expiration date.”
She looked up at him. Tears poured from her blue eyes, down her cheeks and off her chin.
He stooped down beside her and the kids. “Hey.” His heart thudded against his breastbone. What did a man say to a woman when he’d just heard that her dad had beaten her when she was a child?
Wyatt didn’t have a clue. But he did have a sore, aching heart. She’d had a crappy husband and a rotten father. While he’d had two perfect parents, talent, brains and safety, she’d lived in fear.
The knowledge rattled through him like an unwanted noise in an old car. He couldn’t deny it, but he didn’t know how to fix it.
And the last thing he wanted to do was say the wrong thing.
He set his hand on her shoulder. “You go inside. Take a shower. I’ll feed the kids.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re crying.” He hated like hell stating the obvious, but sometimes there was no way around that. “Give yourself a twenty-minute break. I told you I have lots of cereal. We’ll be okay for twenty minutes.”
Owen broke out of her hug. “We’ll be okay, Mommy.”
Fresh tears erupted. She gave the kids one last hug, then rose. Her voice trembled as she said, “If you’re sure.”
“Hey, we’ll make a game out of it.”
Owen tugged on the leg of his sweatpants. “Can we wook for tweasure?”
Wyatt laughed. “Yeah. We’ll wook for treasure.”
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