As she had so many times during the last two years, Abby wondered where to draw the line between keeping her baby safe from the man who’d fathered her, and letting her enjoy the innocence of childhood.
“Yes. That’s right.”
Emily tucked a finger into her mouth. “I didn’t talk to that man, Mommy.”
“You did, baby.”
Her daughter shook her head so emphatically that her braids flew around her face.
“I talked to you.”
One point to the four-year-old, Abby thought. She sighed and rose to her feet.
“Right. Technically, anyway.”
“What’s technically mean?”
Abby smiled. “It means you’re right and I’m wrong.”
Emily’s light brown eyebrows rose in confusion and Abby gave another deep sigh. “Okay, how about this? You shouldn’t say things about other people so they can hear them.”
“Yesterday, you said Lily’s new dress was pretty. You said it to me, but Lily was right there. She could hear you.”
Two points for the four year old, Abby thought, and grinned.
“Right again. How’s this? You shouldn’t say things that aren’t nice. Got that?”
“Yes.” Emily wrinkled her freckled nose. “You should whisper them.”
Abby began to laugh. One thing she’d learned since fleeing Oregon and her ex was that no matter how rough things seemed, her baby could always brighten her day.
“I give up.” Abby retied the blue bow around one of Emily’s braids. “Go on. Have fun, drink all your milk at lunchtime, and I’ll be back for you after work.”
“Okay, Mommy.”
Mother and daughter exchanged hugs just as the door swung open again. A blond woman and a little girl who looked enough like Emily to be her sister stepped inside.
“Lily!”
“Emily!”
The children fell on each other as if they’d been parted for years instead of overnight, exclaiming happily at braids identically tied with blue ribbons, at blue jeans, blue sneakers and blue T-shirts.
“See, Mommy?” Emily said happily. “Lily wore blue everything, same as me.”
“Was there ever a doubt?” Faith Marshall, Lily’s mother, smiled at Abby. “‘Today we’re wearing blue,’ my daughter announced this morning.” Faith shook her head. “You think maybe we’ve got twins who were mysteriously separated at birth?”
Abby chuckled. “Sometimes it seems like we do.” She bent down, gave Emily another quick hug. “Now, scoot. Otherwise, you’ll miss morning storytime!”
The little girls kissed their mothers and skipped off, hand in hand. Abby turned to Faith and smiled.
“They’re quite a pair.”
Faith grinned. “Two peas in a pod.”
“I was going to call you and see if Lily can come over tomorrow and spend the night. I promised Emily we’d bake chocolate chip cookies.”
“You’re off tomorrow?”
“That’s the other thing I was going to tell you. I’m off Saturdays from now on.”
Faith grinned. “Will miracles never cease?”
“My manager called me in and gave me the news just yesterday. I’d asked for that when I first began working at Emerald City, but Mr. Black—my boss—said it was impossible.”
“What changed?”
Abby shrugged. “Who knows? My manager simply said she’s decided to work Saturdays.” She grinned. “Mine not to reason why—”
“Yours just to reap the trickle-down benefits. The guys on top always get what they want.”
“In this case, that’s fine with me. I’d much rather have a normal weekend—and you won’t have to watch Em for me Saturdays anymore.”
“Lily and I will miss her.”
“Just remember, you can still leave Lily with me anytime you have a freelance job nights or weekends.”
Faith smiled. “Trust me, Abby. I won’t forget.”
“So, how about it? Want to bring Lily by tomorrow?”
“Sure. What time’s good?”
“One, two, whatever works for you.”
“Fine.” Faith pushed open the front door and she and Abby trotted down the steps to the gate in the wrought-iron fence that surrounded the day care center. “You have time for coffee?”
Abby shook her head. “Sorry. I’m almost late as it is.” She looked across Sandringham Drive at the big windows of the Emerald City Jewelry Exchange. “My boss is probably already wondering where in heck I am.”
Faith nodded. “Another time, then.”
“Absolutely,” Abby said, and wondered if the word sounded as false as it felt. “See you tomorrow.”
“Sure. See you then.”
The women exchanged smiles. Then Abby checked for traffic and ran across the street.
Their daughters had grown close, and she and Faith Marshall had quickly discovered that exchanging occasional baby-sitting duties was a lot less expensive—and a lot more reassuring—than paying strangers to watch their children for them.
Still, the women hadn’t moved beyond a superficial friendship. It wasn’t Faith’s doing, it was Abby’s. Of necessity, she’d settled for something less.
There was too much risk in getting involved with people. When you’d run away from a man who’d sworn never to let you go, you never really knew who you could trust.
Abby stopped before the Emerald City door and tapped lightly on the glass. Bill, the security guard, smiled, opened the lock and let her in.
“‘Morning, Abby. Lovely day.”
“‘Morning, Bill. Yes, it is,” she agreed as she hurried up the main aisle of the exchange.
It was a couple of minutes before ten and all the counters—fine watches, gold and platinum jewelry, gemstones, sterling and china—were staffed and ready for customers. Well, all except hers. She sold estate jewelry at a counter right up front in one of the big windows that looked out on the street.
She wasn’t late. Not really, she thought, and glanced up at the loft. Yes, her boss was
