that. With any luck at all, he’d be bright enough to say no.
“They’re on their way,” called Destiny.
“You’ve lost your mind.”
Destiny set down her phone and moved to the wine rack recessed in the kitchen wall. “How’s Zachary been doing with the nanny?”
“Sometimes he’s good with Isabel, sometimes not. Evening is always the worst. We’re been helping each other, but tonight’s her night off.”
Perusing the shelves, Destiny chose a bottle. “Do you think maybe we could give him a little of the merlot?”
“I wish. But definitely pour me a glass.”
Destiny located the corkscrew, peeled the foil and opened the bottle. She moved two glasses to the center of the island and poured, placing them next to the two plates of linguini.
Then she slid onto a stool while Amber jiggled her way back to the island.
Amber knew there was no point in sitting down. Zachary had a built in altimeter. His preferred height was precisely five feet off the ground, not four feet, not four and a half. And his preferred swaying arc was approximately nine inches. Any deviation from the pattern brought an immediate vocal protest.
Luckily, Amber had become adept at simultaneously standing, swaying and eating. She lifted her fork and swirled a bite of the seafood linguini.
“Say I was to appoint myself to the board,” she ventured.
“Say you were.”
“Would it hurt my custody argument? I mean, would it look like I was the kind of person who used Zachary to gain power in Coast Eagle?”
Destiny thought for a moment. “Maybe. I mean, we’d spin it that you were willing to step up and look after Zachary’s interests.”
“Would a judge believe that?”
“Maybe. It’s a fifty-fifty shot. Then again, a judge might just as easily take you not joining the board as a sign you weren’t a suitable guardian.”
“Problem is we can’t separate the two.” Amber set down her fork to free her hand for a drink of wine.
Zachary batted his arm out, nearly knocking the glass from her hand. She gave up on the drink.
“If you do it,” said Destiny, “Roth will spin it that you’re power hungry. If you don’t, he’ll spin it that you’re incapable. But Coco wanted you, and that’s important.”
“But Samuel wanted Roth.”
“He did,” Destiny agreed.
“And in a character and intellect debate, Samuel is going to win out over Coco every time.”
Destiny took a drink, and Amber couldn’t help but feel envious. She settled for another bite of the linguini.
A knock sounded on the door.
“That was fast,” said Amber, starting for the path through living room.
“They’re staying at the East Park.”
With a tired and tearful Zachary on her shoulder, Amber crossed to the entry hall. She checked the peephole and opened the door to Cole and Luca.
She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the dog at Cole’s heels. He’d told her about the shoe altercation, and his decision to take the animal back to the hotel. She also knew he’d been planning to drop the scruffy dog at a shelter. He hadn’t done it yet, and that was somehow endearing.
His expression was sympathetic as he gazed at the pathetically sobbing Zachary.
“I hear you’ve got trouble?” he said.
Zachary instantly perked up. He straightened in Amber’s arms, turning to Cole and blinking his watery eyes. Then he lunged for him.
Cole reflexively reached out, stepping forward to catch the baby. “Hey there, partner.”
“It’s hard not to take this personally,” said Amber, even though her arms and shoulders were all but singing in relief as the weight was removed.
For some reason, Luca was grinning ear to ear as he took in the sight of Cole and Zachary. “Nice to see you again, Amber.”
“Hello, Luca. I’m really sorry that Destiny called you guys. It wasn’t a fair thing to do.”
“No problem at all,” said Luca. “She in here?” He brushed past Amber.
The dog kept his position next to Cole.
“In the kitchen,” Amber called to Luca’s back.
Cole moved into the entry, and Amber shut the door behind him. Zachary heaved a shuddering sigh and laid his head on Cole’s shoulder.
“Do babies always react to you like this?” she couldn’t help asking.
“I don’t know. I’m not usually around them. Mostly, they ignore me.”
“Do you mind if I have something to eat while you hold him?”
“Not at all.” Cole shrugged out of his jacket, draping it over the brass coat tree. “Do whatever you want. Have a bath. Take a nap.”
“Tempting,” Amber admitted. “But I’ve got a glass of merlot in there with my name on it.”
Cole and the dog followed her into the kitchen, where Destiny had dished up some linguini for Luca.
“Peace and quiet,” she noted, taking in Zachary’s posture.
His little hand was stroking one side of Cole’s neck, his face buried in the other.
“Hungry?” Amber asked Cole.
“You go ahead. But I’d pour myself a glass of wine.” He took the remaining of the four stools, and the dog curled up at his feet.
Amber took a satisfying sip of wine and another bite of linguini. It was wonderful to have the use of both hands.
“What’s his name?” Destiny nodded to the dog as she poured wine for the men.
“I don’t know,” said Cole, looking down. “We met in the alley after the dance, and I wasn’t really planning to keep him.”
“I think he’s planning to keep you,” said Amber.
“That’s because I fed him a burger that first night.”
“Cole’s got plenty of room in Alaska,” said Luca.
“You’re taking him home with you?” asked Destiny.
Cole glanced down and seemed to contemplate. “I suppose I am. I’m not liking his chances stacked
