He chucked the baby under the chin and she reached out, snagging his finger in her tight little grip. “A little tiger, aren’t you?” He smiled down at the baby, his heart squeezing in his chest. He’d had dreams of him and PJ raising a family together. A strapping brown-haired, brown-eyed boy like him, and an angelic blond-haired, green-eyed girl the spitting image of her mother.
The phone rang in the apartment behind Dana. “Excuse me. Nice to meet you.”
Chuck turned away as Dana shut the door.
Yet another reminder of PJ and the family they should have had. He needed to get over her and get on with his life.
It just wasn’t that easy.
* * *
CARA JO DROVE the truck behind the resort and backed up close to the rear entrance of the diner. “I don’t know about you, but I’m past exhausted. What say we leave most of this stuff in the back until tomorrow, when we can get some help unloading?”
Peggy Jane Franks dropped down out of the truck and stretched. “Agreed. We can grab the perishables and store them in the walk-in refrigerator and call it a night. I want to see Charlie.”
Mentioning her daughter made PJ smile. An entire day away from her baby made PJ miss her so much it hurt.
Cara Jo dropped the tailgate and slid the ice chests full of everything from butter to frozen yogurt to the edge. The normal delivery truck had broken down in Fort Stockton, and they were running low on supplies. Otherwise they wouldn’t have made the long drive themselves.
Once they had the food stored in the freezer and refrigerator in the restaurant, PJ hurried up the back stairs of the resort, hoping to catch Charlie awake. They’d arrived later than she’d expected, and Dana would be tired and ready to go home.
PJ fit her key in the lock of her small apartment and pushed the door open. “Hey, Dana, I’m home.”
Dana looked up from bending over the crib, situated just inside the bedroom door. “Oh, it’s you.”
PJ laughed. “Yeah, it’s me. Expecting anyone else?”
Dana smiled. “No, no. I just met the new handyman Cara Jo hired out in the hallway a few minutes ago. I thought maybe he got lost on his way back to his room.”
“How’s my sweet Charlie?” PJ crossed the room, anxious to hold her daughter.
Dana lifted the baby out of her crib and handed her to PJ. “She was just about to nod off, but when she heard your voice, her eyes popped wide open.”
PJ smiled down at Charlie and hugged her against her. “Hey, sweetie, did you miss your mommy?”
Charlie cooed up at her, a toothless smile spreading across her face.
“Of course she did. The sun rises and sets on you, in Miss Charlie’s eyes.” Dana stared down at the child in PJ’s arms. “You’re so very lucky.”
“I know.” PJ kissed Charlie’s cheek. Charlie was a perfect baby, full of joy and so easy to take care of. Everyone loved her.
Dana touched PJ’s shoulder. “I gotta run. Tommy will be yowling for dinner.”
PJ glanced up. “This late?”
“You’d think the man didn’t know what a microwave oven was. I bet he didn’t bother to get the plate I left for him this morning out of the refrigerator.” Dana laughed and smiled at Charlie. “She was an angel.”
“Ha. I’ll bet she wore you out.”
“Not at all. I didn’t mind watching her a bit.” Dana’s eyes glistened.
“You’re a natural, Dana. Have you talked to the doctor again? Is there anything you can do?”
“It’s in God’s hands.” Dana smiled through unshed tears. “Two miscarriages must be a sign it isn’t meant to be.”
“Don’t talk like that. It’ll happen when you least expect it.” As it had happened for PJ.
“I’m not getting my hopes up. Been there too many times and cried buckets of tears.” Dana hugged PJ. “Take care of my baby. I think I could love her as much as you do.” Dana left, closing the door behind her.
Alone at last with Charlie, PJ dropped into her rocking chair. It wouldn’t take much for Charlie to fall asleep, but PJ wanted to hold her a little longer. The sweet scent of baby shampoo and powder filled her senses and gave her a feeling of home.
After a few minutes Charlie slept, her mouth working a sucking motion, the fingers of one hand bunched into a tiny fist. She looked so much like her father—brown hair, brown eyes and ready for a fight.
PJ chuckled, her laughter catching on a sob. She missed Chuck so much she thought she might die sometimes. If not for sweet Charlie, she might have lost the will to live altogether.
Still wearing the clothes she’d traveled in, PJ felt wrinkled, covered in road grime and in need of a shower to wash away the stress of the long drive.
She laid Charlie in her crib and gathered clothing, a bathrobe and toiletries. Switching on the baby monitor, PJ tucked the receiver in her pocket and headed for the door to her suite. She exited and turned to lock the door behind her.
The bathroom was between her suite and the only other staff apartment in this section of the building. When she opened the door, a waft of warm, moist air and a scent she could never forget enveloped her.
Someone had used the shower. Must be the new handyman Cara Jo had spoken of on their trip to Fort Stockton.
PJ’s stomach clenched, and her fingers tightened around the doorknob. The new guy would have to use the same soap Chuck had, and damned if he didn’t also use the same cologne. As tired as she was, PJ could barely hold it together as the aromas washed over her, bringing back memories best left in the back of her mind.
She had to have a shower and didn’t have another option close enough to her room that the monitor would carry to, so PJ closed the door behind her. Her hands shook as she set the monitor on the sink and turned it up loud enough that she could hear it over the water’s spray.
With quick, efficient movements, she flung off her clothes and stepped beneath the cool spray. She was fast about her showers, concerned about leaving Charlie alone too long.
After a quick shampoo and rinse, she ducked her head around the curtain and listened to the monitor. A reassuring staticky silence was all she heard. As she closed the shower curtain, a different sound carried over the speaker.
Click.
PJ strained her ears.
Click.
She shut off the water and listened more intently.
Click.
Then a sharp sound, like something falling, echoed through the monitor.
What the hell?
PJ
