looks to me like you and Crystal get along perfectly.”
“Most of the time, sure. But since she’s gotten to be a teenager, it gets pretty rocky sometimes.”
Blaine looked at Riley sympathetically for a moment.
“Don’t tell me,” he said. “It’s got something to do with a boyfriend.”
“Apparently,” Riley said. “She won’t tell me anything about him. And she refuses to introduce him to me.”
Blaine shook his head.
“They’re both at that age,” he said. “Having a boyfriend is a life-and-death matter. Crystal doesn’t have one yet, which is fine with me, but not with her. She’s absolutely desperate about it.”
“I guess I was the same at that age,” Riley said.
Blaine chuckled a little. “Believe me, when I was fifteen, girls were just about all I ever thought about. Would you like some coffee?”
“I would, thanks. Black will be fine.”
Blaine went to the kitchen. Riley looked around, noticing yet again how nicely decorated the place was. Blaine definitely had good taste.
Blaine came back with two cups of coffee. Riley took a sip. It was delicious.
“I swear, I didn’t know what I was getting into when I became a mother,” she said. “I guess it didn’t help that I was way too young for it.”
“How old were you?”
“Twenty-four.”
Blaine threw back his head and laughed.
“I was younger. Got married at twenty-one. I thought Phoebe was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. Sexy as hell. I kind of overlooked that fact that she was also bipolar and already drank a lot.”
Riley was more and more interested. She’d known that Blaine had been divorced, but little else. It seemed that she and Blaine had youthful mistakes in common. It had been too easy for them to see life through the rosy glow of physical attraction.
“How long did your marriage last?” Riley asked.
“About nine years. We should have ended it long before. I should have ended it. I kept thinking I could rescue Phoebe. It was a stupid idea. Crystal was born when Phoebe was twenty-one and I was twenty-two, a student in chef school. We were too poor and too immature. Our next baby was stillborn, and Phoebe never got over it. She became a complete alcoholic. She got abusive.”
Blaine’s look was farther away now. Riley sensed that he was reliving bitter memories that he didn’t want to talk about.
“When April came along, I was in training to be an FBI agent,” she said. “Ryan wanted me to give it up, but I wouldn’t. He was dead set on becoming a successful lawyer. Well, we both got the careers we wanted. We just didn’t have anything in common for the long haul. We couldn’t make the real foundations of a marriage.”
Riley fell silent under Blaine’s sympathetic gaze. She felt relieved to be able to talk to another adult about all this. She was starting to realize that it was almost impossible to feel uncomfortable around Blaine. She felt as if she could talk to him about anything.
“Blaine, I’m really torn right now,” she said. “I’m really needed on an important case. But things are such a mess at home. I feel like I’m not spending enough time with April.”
Blaine smiled.
“Oh, yeah. The old work-versus-family dilemma. I know it well. Believe me, owning a restaurant is awfully time consuming. Making time for Crystal is a challenge.”
Riley looked into Blaine’s gentle blue eyes.
“How do you find a balance?” she asked.
Blaine shrugged slightly.
“You don’t,” he said. “There’s not enough time for everything. But there’s no point in punishing yourself for not being able to do the impossible. Believe me, giving up your career isn’t a solution. I mean, Phoebe tried being a stay-at-home mom. It was part of what drove her crazy. You just have to make peace with it.”
Riley smiled. It sounded like a wonderful idea – making peace with it. Maybe she could do that. It really did seem possible.
She reached over and touched Blaine’s hand. He took her hand and squeezed it. Riley felt a delicious tension between them. For a moment, she thought that maybe she could stay with Blaine for while, now that both their children were occupied elsewhere. Maybe she could …
But even as the thoughts began to form in her mind, she felt herself drawing away from him. She wasn’t ready to act on these fresh new feelings.
She gently pulled her hand away.
“Thanks,” she said. “I’d better go home. For all I know, April’s back already.”
She exchanged goodbyes with Blaine. As soon as she stepped out the door, her phone buzzed. It was a text from April.
Just got ur text. Really sorry I acted like that. I’m at the coffee shop. Be back soon.
Riley sighed. She simply had no idea what to text back. It seemed best not to reply at all. She and April were going to have to have a serious talk later on.
Riley had just stepped back into her house when the phone buzzed again. It was a call from Ryan. Her ex was just about the last person in the world she wanted to hear from. But she knew that he’d keep leaving messages if she didn’t talk to him now. She accepted the call.
“What do you want, Ryan?” she asked curtly.
“Am I catching you at a bad time?”
Riley wanted to say that no time was a good time as far as he was concerned. But she kept her thought to herself.
“Now’s okay, I guess,” she said.
“I was thinking about dropping by to see you and April,” he said. “I’d like to talk to both of you.”
Riley stifled a groan. “I’d rather you didn’t do that.”
“I thought you said this isn’t a bad time.”
Riley didn’t reply. This was just like Ryan, twisting her words to try to manipulate her.
“How’s April doing?” Ryan asked.
She almost snorted with laughter. She knew he was just trying to get some kind of conversation going.
“Nice of you to ask,” Riley said sarcastically. “She’s doing fine.”
It was a lie, of course. But bringing Ryan into things was the last way to make them better.
“Listen, Riley …” Ryan’s voice trailed off. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes.”
No kidding, Riley thought. She kept silent.
After a few moments Ryan said, “Things haven’t been going so
