you serious?”
He braced his hands on his waist. “Yes. I’ve just been waiting for this sale since it sports the best prices of the year, across all makes and models.”
Kelly surveyed the vehicle at the curb. His truck did look like it was on its last set of tires.
“Then why aren’t you going alone? Since you have a valid reason.”
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Because I don’t know Sharon Johnson and wouldn’t have a reason to talk to her. Since her daughter Shoshanna is in her class, you do.”
True, but... “You could always ask her out on a date,” Kelly pointed out, wondering what that gentle touch of his would feel like elsewhere.
He dropped his hand. “Cute. No. There’s only one woman I have my eye on right now.”
A delicious shiver of anticipation swept through her, but for all their sakes, Kelly pushed it away. “And she’s not about to date you.” She referred to herself in the third person, too.
Smug satisfaction radiated off him. “We’ll see.”
Behind them, the screen door banged open. To her relief, Michelle, Michael and Matthew came barreling out. “Deputy Dan!” they cried in unison.
“Hey, kids.” He hunkered down to greet them in turn. Giving out high fives and low fives all around. “’Bout time you buckaroos came out to say hi to me.”
“We couldn’t,” Michelle explained. “Till we had our shoes and socks on. Mommy said.”
“What are you doing here?” Michael asked a tad suspiciously.
“I’m shopping for a new pickup truck or maybe a large SUV. I’m not sure. Your mommy has agreed to advise me.”
“What’s ’vise?” Matthew asked, tucking his hand in Dan’s.
Michelle took his other.
“Advise me means to tell me which one is best,” Dan explained patiently.
Michelle rolled her eyes as she skipped down off the porch. “That’s easy, Deputy Dan! The pink one.”
Michael latched on to Kelly. She placed her hand on his shoulder. “I don’t think they make pink SUVs,” Kelly said.
Michelle harrumphed. “Well, they should.”
“No, they shouldn’t,” Michael disagreed.
And they were off.
Since Dan was going to need his pickup truck to get a trade-in price, and all the safety seats were in her SUV, they both drove to the auto mall.
As planned, they parked at the dealership where Sharon was the new financial manager.
As Dan ambled over to help the triplets onto the ground, she couldn’t help but think what a good daddy he would make one day.
Assuming he ever chose a wife, that was.
Given his recent “one or two and done” dating history, it seemed in doubt.
Inside the air-conditioned building, couples and families milled about. The triplets, who had never visited the inside of a showroom, were in awe of all the shiny new vehicles. “Wow,” they breathed in unison.
Behind them, a man approached. “Going to get Daddy a new car or truck for Father’s Day?” he said.
Dan and Kelly and the kids turned to face him. “Whoops. Didn’t recognize you from the back,” the gung-ho salesman said.
Dan extended his hand. “Hey, Pete.”
“And who is this lovely lady?” the salesman asked. “And three adorable kids?”
“Kelly Shackleford. Her triplets, Michael, Matthew and Michelle.”
“Deputy Dan is going to be my mommy’s new husband,” Michelle announced. “’Cause she needs one.”
Kelly blushed bright red.
“I see,” Pete said.
Bored, Michael looked up at Dan. “Can we climb inside one of them?”
“Check out the eight-passenger Suburban.” Pete walked over to open it up. “Perfect for the man with a big family.” He winked.
While the kids scrambled inside, Pete launched into a spiel about features. Kelly looked around. She’d only met Sharon Johnson a few times since the single mom generally used the car pool lane drop-off to leave and pick up her daughter from school.
“So what’s your time frame for buying?” Pete asked as the kids climbed into the rear row and practiced sitting and looking out the windows from that perspective.
“Most likely the end of the month,” Dan replied. “I’m in no hurry.”
They talked about competitors.
“What about financing?”
“Sharon Johnson’s in charge of that. Actually, here she comes now.” Pete waved her over.
Guilt at more or less spying on another single mom filled Kelly. Halfway there, Sharon was waylaid by the dealership’s sales manager. Kelly couldn’t make out what was said, but she could tell it wasn’t welcome news. Sharon appeared to be first taken aback, then upset.
Dan gave Kelly a look. Was this it? Work stress traveling from mom to child?
Sharon’s mouth tightened, and her face went from almost white to beet red. Kelly didn’t stop to think. Seeing another woman in need, she moved across the floor to interrupt what appeared to be a pretty thorough semipublic dressing-down. “Hey, Sharon!” she said, moving in to give the stunned woman a warm hug. “How great to see you today!” She moved back to address the white-haired sales manager. “I don’t believe we’ve met, though.”
“Walter Kline.” Abruptly turning on the charm, he shook Kelly’s hand. “Glad to have you out here today.”
Another salesperson approached, a sheaf of papers in his hand.
Walter glared at Sharon, a look even Kelly could read. “Figure it out,” he snapped, turned on his heel and strode away.
“Everything okay?” Kelly asked.
Sharon sighed and ran her hands through her short, perfectly coiffed auburn hair. “I only have a sitter until noon. They just told me I have to be here until closing or later.”
That was definitely a problem, and one Kelly fully sympathized with. “Could I help? Maybe pick up Shoshanna, take her to my place for a playdate?”
Sharon paused. “I don’t want to impose.”
Kelly waved away her concern. “We single moms have to stick together.”
