gonna happen unless we want to eat at midnight. I don’t have any food in the house to cook, unless you can whip something up with a box of cereal, some milk, chips, soda and ketchup.”
“I’m good, but even I can only do so much.”
“Then we go out for dinner and delay our lesson till some other time.”
Over the hood of the truck Julia asked, “How about tomorrow afternoon? Tell you what. I’ll bring some groceries over then and give you a lesson.”
Paige and Ellie shouted their enthusiasm for that plan.
“Daddy, that means Ellie can have another riding lesson tomorrow.”
Ellie gave Paige a high five. “Yeah! Two in one weekend!”
The two girls wheeled around and raced for the last stall. Bessie poked her head out, and Ellie stroked her.
Evan removed his wallet from his back pocket and took some money from it. “Here, use this to buy the groceries.”
Julia observed the huge smile on her daughter’s face and shook her head, realizing where all this had been going. “If you’ll teach Ellie to ride, I’ll teach you to cook. Fair?”
Evan stuffed his money back into his wallet. “You’ve got yourself a deal.” A chuckle slipped past his lips. “But I think I got the best part of this deal.”
She didn’t. She hadn’t seen her daughter so happy since they had moved from Chicago. Coming to a new town hadn’t been easy for either of them, but she had been determined to start over, fresh, without the past hanging over her head. Chicago held too many memories for her. In the past five years, her mother had seen Ellie three times. Her father had never seen his only granddaughter, and yet they had lived just ten miles from them. That had been difficult to explain to her daughter, that Julia’s father had disowned her and Ellie because of Julia’s mistake.
Standing at his back door leading into the kitchen, Evan shouted at the retreating figures racing toward Paige’s bedroom, “I want you two to wash your hands before we leave for dinner.”
His daughter abruptly stopped in the entrance to the hallway and put her hand on her waist. “You have to, too, Daddy.” She waited until he made his way to the sink before whirling around and continuing on to the back of the house.
“I suppose I’d better, or Ellie will nail me when she comes back in here.” Julia stepped up next to Evan, and found his scent of leather and hay surprisingly pleasant.
“Yep. Nothing slips past them.” He finished and placed the dish towel on the counter for Julia.
She ran the warm water over her hands. “I want to make it clear before they return that I’ll pay for my dinner and Ellie’s.”
“I invited you.”
“No, you didn’t. Your daughter did.”
“That’s the same thing.” His sharp gaze drilled into her, his mouth firm in a hard line.
“Sorry, I pay my own way.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you are stubborn?”
“On a number of occasions.”
Evan glanced toward the doorway that led to the hall. “While they’re still gone, I have a question. Why did you correct me earlier when I said Mrs. Saunders?”
Thankfully, she’d prepared herself for this question. In the past when people asked her about her name, she didn’t go into too much detail other than to say she was single. Most didn’t pursue the topic, especially since she didn’t encourage them. “I am a single mother and always have been. I didn’t want there to be any confusion concerning that.”
“I get the feeling you’ve had to defend your choice to others.”
My choice? Being a single mother hadn’t been her choice. She wanted to marry Ellie’s father—he was the one who had run off, disappearing from her life. Julia lifted her chin. “No, because I won’t. It’s something that’s personal, and if someone has a problem with it, then I’m sorry but it won’t change the facts. Ellie is the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“I know what you mean. That’s the way I feel about Paige. Ah, I hear them coming.”
Relieved that was over with, Julia rinsed her hands and dried them as the two girls came into the kitchen. Her gaze strayed to Ellie. Her daughter looked a lot like her father, and he hadn’t even cared. A child hadn’t been in his master plan, so he’d conveniently vanished right before Ellie was born, leaving her to deal with everything on her own, even the medical bills.
She’d trusted Clayton and lost so much, but at least she’d gained a precious daughter. It had been Ellie’s impending birth that had led her to seek the Lord. Jesus had opened a whole new world to her that she shared with her daughter—a world where mistakes were forgiven.
“I’m starved.” Paige wiped her wet hands on her jeans.
Ellie followed suit. Julia cringed, remembering the mare her daughter had sat on not that long ago. She started to say something about washing again, then decided Ellie would live.
“We need to hit the road. I’m starving.” Evan let the two girls leave first, then indicated for Julia to go after them.
The ringing of his phone halted his progress toward the door. Julia paused in the entrance while he answered it.
“We were just heading out.” He listened for a moment, then said, “Thanks, Carl. We’ll be by later, after we take the girls to dinner.” When Evan hung up, he faced Julia. “The only other damage was a few dents and scrapes. He will replace the tire for you with a similar type unless you want something else.”
She shook her head. “No, that’s fine.” Not knowing much herself about cars, she was sure Carl knew what was best.
“Then let’s get these kids fed so you can pick up your car.”
And get home. This evening hadn’t turned out at all as she had thought it would. At least she didn’t have to come up with the deductible. It had taken her five years to pay off her medical bills after having Ellie. She was finally getting on her feet financially.
Thank you, Lord.
Evan stood at the window that afforded him a view of his yard and front pastures that bordered the highway into town. A cloud of dust coming down the road that led to his house announced a visitor. The blue sedan told him it was Marge Freeman, his mother-in-law, with her food delivery.
Lately, she had been hinting at moving in with him and Paige, so she could make fresh meals daily instead of bringing them twice a week. He was grateful for her help, but he didn’t want her living with them. Her presence was a constant reminder of his wife’s betrayal—one he wished he could forget. But there was no way he would deny his daughter access to her grandmother. She had so little family in her life, especially with his little sister, Whitney, deployed.
Evan turned away from the window and crossed the living room to go into
