in my arms, want to kiss—”
She looked up at the ceiling. “Oh, Rafferty, why are you doing this to me? We’re headed in different directions. Starting anything would be foolish.”
Hell, he didn’t want to get involved, but it had already happened. “Yeah, you’re right about that. It would be the craziest thing ever.”
“For once we agree.” Her voice was breathy. “We’ve only shared a kiss. No harm done.”
Damn. There’d been plenty of damage. To his sleep, to his peace of mind. Lately, to his sanity.
There was a knock on the door at the bottom of the stairs and Millie called up to her. “Jenny, there’s a phone call for you.”
“Can you take a name and a message?”
“He says it’s important, a Todd Newsome.”
Evan watched the blood drain from Jenny’s face. “I’ve got to go.”
He stopped her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said, pulling away, then she went down the steps.
He followed, but she wasn’t going to tell him anything. So, she had a past.
She looked back at him. “It would be better if you concentrate on your daughter, Evan. I’ll be leaving in a few months. I’ll be going back to my job. This has to be the end of it.”
Before he could say anything, she took off down the stairs. By the time he reached her, she’d taken the cordless phone from Millie and gone to a quiet corner. Her rejection should drive him away, but he wasn’t ready to give up; something wouldn’t let him let go of her.
Jenny had prayed she’d never hear from Todd ever again. Her stepbrother had caused her enough trouble to last a lifetime. But over the years he kept showing up like a bad penny.
She punched in the hold button. “What do you want, Todd?”
“Is that any way to greet your big brother, sis?”
“You’re not my brother. And I thought you were in jail.”
“I got out early for good behavior.”
“Fine. Have a good life and stop bothering me.”
“Whoa, sis. It wouldn’t be a good idea to hang up on me. What would Mom say?”
Jenny stiffened. Her mother had been Todd’s only supporter after his last drug offence.
“Go call her and ask.” She turned around and saw that Evan was still there. “Look, Todd, I need to go back to work.”
“I’d like to do the same, but I don’t have a job. Maybe you can set me up in a job with your fancy friends?”
How did he know? Her mother. She’d probably mentioned her job with the Casalis in letters. “I wouldn’t ask any of my friends to hire you. You’re unreliable. Shouldn’t your parole officer help you find something?”
“I don’t particularly want to be a dishwasher or a janitor.”
“Why not? It’s honest work.”
“I think you can do better for me.”
“No. I told you years ago, I want you to leave me alone.” She felt the familiar panic as she recalled high school and Todd and his creepy friends. That had been the main reason she’d told the police on him. It had gotten him his stay in juvenile hall.
“That’s too bad, sis,” he told her in a voice that made her shiver. “You owe me, and you’re my best bet these days. What’s the big deal about helping out a family member?”
“You’re not my family. So stay away from me, Todd. I won’t help you.” Her hands were shaking as she ended the call. No, she wouldn’t let him get to her again. The three Newsome brothers had been trouble since day one, but Todd was the worst. She hadn’t been surprised that he’d gone to prison.
She turned around and saw Evan watching her. She put on a smile as he walked to her.
“Is everything okay?”
“Of course,” she said just as the bell over the shop door chimed and Gracie and Cherry returned, followed by Allison.
“Daddy.” Gracie ran to her father. “We need to go home because I have to find some material for the class.”
“You have a week before the next class.”
The girls didn’t like to wait for anything.
“But all the other girls have their moms to help them pick out their material. And grandpa’s fixing spaghetti and he said we need to bring Jenny and some bread home. Please, Daddy.”
He turned to Jenny. “Looks as if we’re outnumbered. Would you like to come to dinner at the Rafferty house?”
It wasn’t a good idea. She looked at Gracie and began to lose her resolve. The little girl would be disappointed if she didn’t go. “Sure, I’d love to.”
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