told her she’s still welcome to come over, but she says you all intimidate her.”
“Hmm…” The man Allie used to love rubbed his chin. A fine shadow of stubble had grown over the afternoon. Back in college, he’d sometimes shaved twice a day. And sometimes, when he’d chosen not to shave and they’d been messing around, he’d rubbed his rough cheeks on her neck or belly…. And she’d liked that feel. She’d wanted—
“You know,” he said to Cal. “I think maybe once or twice your mean old mom nagged me about taking out the trash. But then I wised up and took it out before she even had to ask.”
He shot a wink Allie’s direction, and her heart flip-flopped.
Cal wrinkled his nose. “That still sounds like too much work.” To his mom he asked, “Can I go watch TV and practice my knitting?”
“After you clear the table and put back the fridge stuff.”
“Aw, man.”
“Come on,” Caleb said, reaching across the table for the ketchup and butter, flooding Allie with his all-male scent. “I’ll help.”
In a few short minutes, the job was done, leaving Cal scampering off to the den for TV, leaving Allie alone with his no-longer-smiling dad.
“He’s good kid,” Caleb said, joining her at the table.
“Thanks. I think so.”
“But no way did I hear right in that he actually wants to practice knitting?”
“What’s wrong with knitting? It’s good for hand-eye coordination. Plus, if he ever gets a job in Alaska, he’ll be able to keep himself warm.”
Shaking his head, Caleb’s only response was a grunt.
After a few seconds spent folding a leftover paper napkin into a ship, he asked, “Cal get good grades?”
“As and Bs.”
“Any discipline problems?”
“Other than sass now and then, nothing serious.”
“What’d you tell him about me?”
The hardball question came from left field. It took a second to regain her composure. “I—I told him you died.”
Caleb cursed under his breath. Shook his head.
“Well?” she asked. “What was I supposed to say?”
He half smiled. “For being such a brilliant woman, you don’t have a clue.”
Chapter Three
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Allie asked.
“Think about it. If you couldn’t stomach being around me, how hard would it have been to at least share custody of our son? What did I ever do to make you pull something this cold? Christ. You know how much I wanted to be a dad one day….”
“One day,” she said. “Not your junior year of law school. Not with marshal training after that. Not with endless hours of chasing bad guys and playing shootout till all hours of the night.”
“So basically, you’re saying you told Cal I died as a favor? So I wouldn’t be bothered?”
“Right.”
“And you actually believe that?” He pushed his chair back, putting her further on edge by standing directly behind her, rubbing her shoulders. Powerfully kneading, the way he’d always done after she’d had a hard day. “See, I’m thinking the whole thing goes deeper. Back to a little girl who lost her cop father at an impressionable age.”
Despite his all-too-pleasurable strokes, Allie froze.
“Know what else I think?” he asked.
“Wh-what?”
“You didn’t do this out of some saintly desire to shelter your son—our son—from pain. You were protecting yourself. That little girl inside was afraid that just like your old man, I’d get shot in the line of duty.”
Brushing Caleb’s hands from her shoulders, she said, “I should do the dishes.”
“Leave ’em.”
“What do you want from me?” she asked when he wouldn’t let her up.
“Simple. When this trial mess is over, I want joint custody of my son.”
“You’ve got to be kidding!” she said, angry enough now that she easily broke his grip to stand. “No matter what you think, Cal is mine. And I’m not good at sharing.”
“You used to be,” Caleb said, devastating her with a wink and a smile of pure acid.
“Stop. This is serious.”
“Damned straight. Which is why, soon as I get back to Portland, I’ll be meeting with my lawyer.”
“Don’t,” she implored. “The whole legal route, it’ll only upset him.”
“Then what, your honor, in all your infinite wisdom, do you suggest?”
“You never used to be mean like this.” She headed for the sink.
“You never used to keep secrets. Remember how we’d lounge in bed, talking all night about every little thing? How we’d drag ourselves to class in the morning too tired to read, let alone walk, the two miles ’cross campus. But by the time we wound up back at your place, we’d be recharged, ready to share our days.”
“We were kids.”
“Oh, and so now that you’re all grown up, that makes it okay for you to hide the fact that I’m a dad?”
“No, I’m not saying it’s okay. I’m—geez, would you please just go. It’s been a really crappy day, and I need time to think. Breathe.”
“Sorry.” He stood behind her, not touching her, but close enough that she felt his heat. “I don’t mean to come on so strong, but you have to know, I’m not walking away from this. Cal is going to be told, Allie. Soon. I’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”
“Okay,” she said. “You’ve made your point.”
“And?”
“What?” She spun around, only to wish she hadn’t, because facing him straight-on was infinitely harder. “What else do you want from me? To run right in there, and shout, surprise, Cal! Your dad’s not dead. He’s standing right here, wanting to take you away from me.”
“That’s not what I want, it’s what—”
“Mom? I thought I heard yelling.” Their son stood at the kitchen door.
“No
