son.
“What now?” he asked himself. “How are you going to get out of this one?”
His cell phone rang. Not many had his number, so he figured this was urgent. When he saw Lydia’s number flashing, he let out a sigh, then answered. “Chère, you are for sure like an old mother hen.”
“Only because I love you,” Lydia Cantrell said in her drawling Georgia accent. “Eli, Kissie called. She said you took off without saying goodbye, and she doesn’t know where you went. Please tell me you didn’t—”
“I didn’t do anything crazy,” he said, knowing what she was asking. And because he couldn’t lie to Lydia, he said, “I’m in Maine, ma petite. I’ve seen the boy.”
She whispered a soft prayer. “Oh, Eli. Why didn’t you let us know you were going? You didn’t scare Scotty, did you? You didn’t do anything you’ll regret, right?”
“I told you, it’s cool. Everything is okay, except this infernal cold and snow. I hate cold and snow.”
But Lydia was beyond listening to his complaints and well into her interrogation mode. The woman would have made a great CHAIM agent. “You didn’t try to take him from Gena, did you?”
Skipping the part about disarming the alarm system and waiting in the broom closet, he said, “I thought about it, but Gena put me on my back and pinned me down until I cried ‘uncle.’”
“Good for her. You know, she’s trained in self-defense.”
“You don’t say? It’s all right now, though. We talked pretty for a while and now I’m as cozy as a kitten in my little cottage by the sea.” He shivered as he said that, his gaze hitting the dying embers of the fire.
“I hope so. Devon doesn’t know I’m calling you, but I’ll have to tell him. And I want to tell him you’re being a gentleman. You promised me if you ever went to Maine, you’d only go to visit Scotty.”
“I’ve been known to break my promises, oui?”
“You won’t break this one,” Lydia said in her smug, proud Lydia way. “I know you won’t.”
“You know me so well then?”
“I think I do. You want to make your son proud. You can do this, Eli. I’m praying you will.”
“You might want to save those prayers, catin. I’m not doing so good right now.” He pinched his nose. “I want my son.”
“Eli, don’t talk like that. Think about how you’d confuse Scotty. You can’t do that. He’s a little boy. He doesn’t understand. You have to take this slow.”
“He doesn’t know his father.”
“It’s hard, I know,” she said, “but…you have to be very careful. You have to give Gena time to accept that you’re there. And you have to be gentle with Scotty, okay?”
“I’m not a gentle man. And I’m not a gentleman.”
“But you can be, you big brute. You can be. Will you try, for me?”
Eli got up to pace around the bedroom. “Ah, now, don’t go laying that on me, Lydia. You know you are one of the few to sway my cold, hard heart.”
“Then consider this my way of swaying,” she said. “Do I need to call Devon and put him on you?”
“Non. I can’t take his lectures tonight.”
“Okay, then. We have an understanding. You are going to be a good father, Eli. No, make that a great father. I have faith in that. But first, you have to learn what being a father is all about.”
Eli swallowed back the pride of hearing that from such a true Christian woman. “Why do you fight for me, Lydia?”
“Because you fought for me once, remember?”
“More like, I fought against you, trying to save your life.”
“You did save my life and now it’s my turn to save yours. I’m going to say prayers for you right now. Oh, and you’d better be here for our wedding in February.”
“That is one promise I will keep. Sweet dreams, mon amie,” Eli said. “Tell Devon he is a lucky man.”
“He’s a blessed man,” Lydia countered. “There’s a difference.”
Eli hung up with a smile, thinking she always had to have the last word.
“And I’m a blessed man, too, for knowing you,” he said. But it would sure be hard living up to Lydia’s sweet expectations.
Eli went to the big window next to the bed and opened the heavy curtain. He could see a single light burning upstairs in the big cottage where his son was sleeping. He wondered what it would be like to live there with Scotty, to watch his son laugh and cry, to play catch in the backyard, to go fishing out in that deep water. What would it be like to be a real father to Scotty?
“Only one way to find out,” Eli said, smiling for the first time in a long time.
At least he knew Scotty was safe here tonight. That meant a lot to him even if he did resent his son being here. But what about tomorrow or the next day?
As he watched the house, a massive cloud moved over the water and turned the night a dark, moonless gray, causing shadows to dance against the tall trees and craggy rocks. A shudder clutched his spine like spider webs, sticky and unbreakable, trapping him with a new kind of fear. A little prickle of awareness and apprehension caused the hairs on his neck to stand up. He went from fatigued and worn out to wide awake and on full alert.
What if Eli’s worries came to pass? What if Scotty wasn’t safe here? What then?
THREE
“Look out your kitchen window.”
Eli stood in the small den, watching the house across the snow-covered yard. When Gena appeared looking wary and surprised at the window a few feet away, he waved to her. “Is the boy up yet?”
“He has a name,” she said, her voice low. “You can’t keep calling him the boy, you know.”
“Is my son up yet?” Eli retorted, his voice gravelly. He had not slept well, but then he never slept well.
“He’s getting dressed for school.”
“I’ll take him. Give me directions.”
“No, you will not take him. You’re a stranger to him, Eli. Just give me some time to figure out how to handle this.”
Eli let out a sigh, his eyes scanning the yard. In the light of a crisp white morning, this place looked serene and peaceful, as if it’d been purposely set up for a Christmas card. But it hadn’t seemed that way late in the wee hours when he’d seen every shadow and shape as something sinister and dangerous. He didn’t like this antsy feeling that had brought him here, but he was glad he’d followed
