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JENNA FOUND A PARKING spot in front of New Beginnings and fought to keep her emotions under control. From the first day she’d walked through the now familiar doors of the fitness studio, she’d been made to feel welcome. Jodi treated everyone like a friend and in spite of her busy schedule, always found a few moments for a quick chat.
Jenna would miss coming here.
Facing Jodi would be the last in a series of excruciating humiliations. Ever since she’d come back home to find her life in ruins, she’d been repeating the old saying about adversity making you stronger. If that was true, she should be able to take on anything by now.
She was about to find out.
Stepping through the door, she paused to soak up the atmosphere one last time. Regular clients could always tell what time of day it was by the type of music playing in the background. By this time in the afternoon, the playlist included a carefully chosen selection of soft rock, salsa and other upbeat tunes designed to give tired bodies a subtle lift. From the workout studio treadmills whirred, weights clanked, and the odd laugh drifted out toward the lobby. Jenna kept her eyes averted lest she spot anyone she knew.
“Jenna!” Jodi greeted her warmly. “Good to see you!”
Jenna blinked back tears. This was the first warm greeting she’d had in days. She approached the counter.
Jodi’s smile turned to a frown. “What’s the matter?” She lowered her voice. “Jenna, what is it?”
Jenna forced a smile. “Jodi, do I owe you money?”
The look on Jodi’s face said it all. Of course she owed money... why would this be any different?
The studio owner tapped a few keys on her computer. “Including this past month, you’re three months in arrears. I didn’t say anything because I knew you were good for it.”
Jenna nodded. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I don’t know when I’ll be able to pay you.” She took a deep breath. “My fiancé – or at least the man I thought was my fiancé – moved out while I was gone. He wiped out the bank accounts, cancelled my credit cards, and left me with a stack of unpaid bills.” She gave a short, strangled laugh. “He even stiffed our landlord for three months’ rent. She’s a real sweetheart and I know she relies on the rent money, but for some reason she kept giving him an extension.”
“He left you nothing?” Jodi shook her head. “I’m sorry. That was a stupid thing to say. Of course he left you with nothing.”
Jenna shrugged and attempted a smile. “Almost nothing. I have my faithful Subaru. It’s eight years old, but at least it’s in my name, and it’s paid for.” She was too proud to tell Jodi that she’d slept in her car for the past three nights.
“I’m so sorry, my friend.” Jodi brightened “You still have your photography, right? I’ll keep my ears open for any jobs that come up.”
“He took everything. Cameras, studio equipment, even my dark room equipment.” She offered a wry smile. “Want to know something? Losing that equipment hurts worse than losing Phil. I do have a small digital camera, but it’s in my backpack, and that’s the other reason I’m here. Could I get my backpack from my locker? I wish I could say that the camera would cover what I owe you, but it’s a few years old and you know how fast electronics lose their value.”
“Nonsense. You go right ahead, and don’t worry about the membership. It’s forgotten.”
Jenna had always known that Jodi’s tough talk masked a generous spirit. “One last thing,” she said, speaking so low that Jodi had to lean over the counter. “Could I please use your shower while I’m in the locker room?” She couldn’t bring herself to look directly at the other woman. “I’d really appreciate it.”
“Of course. You know where to find the towels.” Jodi reached under the counter and handed over what she called her emergency kit. A soft face cloth, along with sample size of body wash, shampoo, conditioner and deodorant were contained in a small, brightly-coloured plastic bag. “Take all the time you want.”
“Thank you.” It took all of Jenna’s strength to hold back a sob at the other woman’s kindness. She nodded her thanks and headed for the locker room, where she emptied her locker, then headed for the showers, eager to get clean for the first time in days.
* * *
JODI WAITED UNTIL JENNA had been gone for several minutes, then walked to the front door. An older model Subaru occupied a parking spot about fifty feet away, the meter about to expire. She hastily walked outside, plugged the meter and peered inside the car. Tinted windows made snooping difficult, but she made out a jumble of suitcases, boxes and what appeared to be bedding. Just as she thought; Jenna was living out of her car.
* * *
STANDING UNDER THE soothing hot water, it almost seemed as though the past four days had been a bad dream. Jenna lathered her hair and rinsed it, watching the foam circle the drain. If only her problems would disappear that quickly, but she’d learned the hard way that miracles didn’t happen in real life.
She’d spent the past four days attempting to see how much of her former life could be salvaged. Not much, as it turned out. But while discovering the depth of Phil’s treachery, she was surprised to learn that with the exception of being dead broke and owing money, she would come out of this a stronger person in the end... the old adage again, but it was true. Now that she’d visited Jodi and confirmed what she suspected, she needed to take time to figure out where she’d gone wrong.
“I’m not stupid,” she said aloud, raising her face to the shower spray. “I’m not. So how did I get myself into such a mess?”
Thankful that she’d developed a habit of keeping a fresh set of underwear in her backpack, she dressed quickly, gathered her belongings and went to say goodbye to Jodi. She wanted to tell her that she would pay her back eventually, but the studio owner wasn’t around.
“Sorry, she had to leave,” said Chris with a friendly wave.
“Oh.” Jenna was disappointed. “Well, tell her thanks for everything.”
“Will do.” Chris was already back at the computer.
JENNA SAT IN HER CAR for several long moments, watching the traffic stream by on Wharf Street. As recently as last week, she’d never considered how being homeless changed everything. Now, for example... even something as simple as deciding where to go took serious consideration. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, considering her limited options. She had less than half a tank left, and couldn’t afford to drive around idly, wasting precious gas. For the past three nights, she’d parked on residential streets, but she wasn’t sure how long she could keep that up. The fear of someone trying to break into her car had kept her in a constant state of anxiety; her last good night’s sleep seemed like a long time ago.
As she sat there thinking, a man shuffled down the sidewalk, checking the garbage bins as he went along. Ashamed to realize that she’d never really looked at a homeless person before, she tried to imagine what might have happened to bring him to this point in his life. Then and there she made a decision: when her present situation was straightened out – and she was confident it would be – she would do something, even if it was a small something, to help. There were soup kitchens where she could volunteer, and although she couldn’t think of anything else at this point, there would be some way she could help. The public rarely looked at street people other than to brush quickly past them. Perhaps it was more accurate to say that most people didn’t see them. Sitting here in her car with all of her possessions crammed into the back, an idea took hold. One day she would do a photo essay of homeless people. It was the first positive thought she’d had in days, and it felt good.
Speaking of photography, she pulled her backpack onto her lap. Thank goodness she always kept her digital Nikon close at hand. She fumbled with the zipper, eager to lay her hands on something from her former life.
She reached inside but stopped before finding the camera. A piece of paper had been pinned to the inside pouch, but she didn’t recognize it. Looking around as though someone might be watching, she unclipped it and two fifty dollar bills fell out. She hastily tucked the bills into the pouch and opened the paper with trembling hands.
“A quick note to let you know you’re in my thoughts. Have a good meal tonight. Love, Jodi.”
Tears sprang to Jenna’s eyes but she brushed them away angrily. She would not be seen crying in her car in the middle of downtown... not that she was likely to see anyone she knew, but still! She pulled out without a final destination in mind, knowing only that she craved a good cup of coffee. Hesitating at the drive-thru window, she added a small hamburger to her order. Unsettled by Jodi’s generosity, she wasn’t sure if she could eat it, but common sense told her she needed something in her stomach.
When she finally became aware of her surroundings, she was at a small park in the University area. It was vaguely familiar, and she realized that she’d spent the first night in her car right here. One of the older areas in Victoria, the streets were wide enough to accommodate a parked car so that it didn’t stand out, and the neighbourhood gave off a comfortable, settled vibe. Maybe that’s why she returned to it now... if only for a few hours, she needed to feel safe. That, and the fact that there was a public restroom about fifty feet away, adjacent to a children’s play area.
Climbing out of her car, she looked around at what could be seen of the residences surrounding the park. An affluent area, she suspected that when the city had dedicated this land for a park, their actions had been more hopeful than practical. There were very few children in sight, but then it was just past dinner time. Perhaps children these days didn’t go outside to play after dinner; she had no idea.
She wandered slowly to the restroom, used the facilities and stood looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was clean, thanks to the shower at New Beginnings, but it was dull and lifeless, echoing the way she felt inside. She leaned closer to the mirror. When had those dark smudges appeared below her eyes? And her smile... once so freely given. Where had it gone?
She pushed away from the sink, returned quickly to the safety of her car, and let her head fall back against the headrest. Confronted with the full weight of her situation, fat, silent tears ran down her face unchecked. Tears that had been building ever since the moment she discovered that her life had changed. It was time to let them out, because deep down she knew that only then could she face the future.
Exhausted, she fumbled for a tissue, dabbed at her eyes and blew out a breath of air. Feeling lighter, she reached for her coffee. It was lukewarm by this point, but she sipped it thoughtfully, wondering how soon she could repay Jodi for her kindness.
When the reality of her situation had sunk in four days ago, the first thing she’d done was count her cash. She hadn’t gone to the bank while visiting her friend in Nanaimo, as they had stayed home with Andrea’s new baby, so she still had the cash that had been in her purse when she left. Fifty eight dollars, and it hadn’t lasted long. Jodi’s generous gesture would allow her to eat for a few more days, and perhaps put something in the gas tank.
She picked up the hamburger, but she was still too upset to eat. Disappointed at herself for wasting even a few dollars, she set it down with a sigh and picked up the coffee.
“Are you going to eat that hamburger?”
The small voice startled her. Some coffee spilled down her hand but she ignored it, turning instead to look into the back seat. A pair of bright, dark eyes smiled at her.
“What the... who are you?”
“I’m Danny.”
Jenna assessed him quickly. She’d seen a lot of kids since she started taking portraits, and this one was seriously cute. Almond-shaped eyes regarded her curiously.
“Well are you?” he said, glancing at the hamburger. “’Cause if you’re not, I’m hungry.”
She wasn’t sure what to make of the request. The child was clean and well-dressed, obviously from a good family. What in the world was he doing in the back seat of her car?
“You’re not supposed to take food from strangers,” she said, handing him the hamburger. “You know that, don’t you?”
“I know.” Danny took a bite and hummed appreciatively. “But you didn’t offer it to me. I asked for it.”
Jenna tried to hide her smile. “Yes, I suppose you did.” She handed him the napkin. “Here, you’ve got some sauce on your cheek. My name is Jenna, by the way.”
The child finished the hamburger and wiped his face and hands. Digging into a brightly coloured backpack, he brought out a bottle of water, took a drink and erupted in a loud burp.
“Oops,” he said, eyes sparkling. “My dad says it’s rude to burp, but it feels good.” He put the water bottle back in his backpack. “Why were you crying?”
Jenna studied the cheery little face for a moment, then turned away. “Trust me Danny, you don’t want to hear my story.”
“Why not?” He moved forward, placed one arm on either headrest and poked his face between the seats. “It sure must be sad to make you cry like that.”
“It was sad,” she said, “at least to me, but it’s over now. That’s the last time I’m going to cry about it.” She turned to the young boy and was about to ask him to get out, but something about the hopeful look in his eyes made her stop. “Don’t you have somewhere you should be?” The moment the words were out, she realized it was a foolish question.
“Nope.”
She gave him what she hoped was a no-nonsense look. “Then I guess you’d better tell me what you’re doing here.” She put her backpack on the floor and gestured to the other seat. “Come up here so I can see you properly while we talk.”
He crawled over the console and settled into the passenger seat, little legs straight out in front of him.
“How old are you, Danny?”
“I’m almost eight.”
“I see.” She almost blurted out that he was small for his age, but caught herself in time. No doubt he’d heard that often enough.
“Do you live around here?”
He hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and pointed behind them. “A couple of blocks that way.”
“So what made you get into my car?” It suddenly struck her that she must have left it open. “Was it open?”
“Yeah. I saw you go to the restroom, and I jumped in. You should never leave your car unlocked.”
Great, she thought. Now I’m getting advice from an eight year old. “You’re right,” she said, and you shouldn’t get into a stranger’s car.”
“I know, but you looked nice. I watched you for a few minutes when you pulled up.”
“Danny, please. You can’t trust people. Even the bad people look nice most of the time.” Why was she the one lecturing this kid? “Where are your parents? They’ll be going crazy looking for you.”
“My Mom’s in heaven,” he said, not meeting her eyes, “and my Dad works all the time. So I’m running away to look for a new family.” He gave her a look that was far beyond his years. “You looked like you could use a friend. So here I am.”
Good Lord, thought Jenna. I’m in the middle of a made-for-television movie.
She knew she shouldn’t get involved, but she couldn’t help herself. “Who takes care of you during the day?”
He rolled his eyes. “I used to have a Nanny, then when I started school we got a housekeeper, but today was her last day. The new housekeeper was supposed to come at ten o’clock, but Mrs. Jessup didn’t wait for her.” He shot her a sideways glance. “She left early so she could get to Bingo on time.”
“And you’ve been alone all day? The new housekeeper didn’t show up?”
He sat up straighter. “It wasn’t so bad. I have lots of video games.”
“Your father isn’t going to be pleased about this.”
Defiance flashed in the child’s eyes. “He won’t care. He doesn’t even look at me most of the time. That’s why I need a new family.” He made a show of looking around the car. “I could stay here with you. At least you talk to me.”
Jenna sipped at her now-cold coffee while she thought about how to deal with the situation. The young boy appeared to be seriously lonely, but she could see he wasn’t neglected. With no mother, a series of caregivers and what he claimed was a workaholic father, there was no doubt that he’d learned to manipulate. All kids learned that skill and Danny was no exception, but there was something about him that tugged at her heart.
She turned in her seat. “What about your friends? Where are they?”
He shrugged, “None of my school friends live around here.”
“No kids at all around here?” She widened her eyes.
“There are kids, but most of them are a lot older than me.” He scanned the small park as though a soccer game might magically break out. “So, can I stay here with you tonight?”
Jenna pulled back. “With me? In my car?”
“Yeah, why not?”
“Nobody lives in a car, Danny.”
He looked at her evenly. “You do.”
“Just temporarily,” she snapped, immediately regretting her tone. “Sorry. I’m a bit touchy about that.”
He lifted his small shoulders. “It’s okay.” He reached back to his backpack and dug out a chocolate bar. “Want half?” he asked, ripping the paper.
“No thanks,” she said automatically. The smell of chocolate permeated the car and she swallowed a sudden rush of saliva.
“Here,” he said, removing half of the bar and handing it to her. “I have another one.”
“Okay,” she said, with a faint smile. “I love chocolate.”
They sat silently for several minutes, eating the chocolate and watching the last rays of the sun fade from the park.
“I have to take you home, Danny. You know that.”
“Yeah,” he said, licking his fingers and wiping them on his designer jeans. “I know.” He offered her a grin. “But I still like you, Jenna.” He looked straight ahead as she started the car engine. “We’ll probably get back before my Dad comes home anyway. He won’t even know I was gone.”
“Really?” Jenna wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. She had envisioned answering some questions about why Danny was being brought home by a stranger. She’d also planned to ask a few questions of her own.
“Yeah. He works late a lot of the time. He’s a sturgeon.”
“You mean surgeon?”
Danny giggled. “When I was just a kid, I couldn’t say surgeon, but for some reason I could say sturgeon. So that’s the way I still say it.”
“When you were just a kid,” repeated Jenna with a wry smile.
“Yeah.” Something in the tone of his voice made her glance over at him. His head was turned and he was staring out the window. “It used to make my Mom laugh.”
BRETT CARMICHAEL STEPPED out of the shower and toweled off briskly, pleased with himself. Today’s procedures had been long and tedious, but he’d had his team around him, and the hours had flown by. This was why he loved being a surgeon, the knowledge that he’d given someone a chance at a better life.
He slipped on a charcoal grey shirt and slacks two tones darker, and was rough-combing his hair when his anaesthetist Rod popped his head into the room.
“Don’t know if you’re interested after the day you’ve had, but they were calling for all hands in ER a while ago. Apparently there was a big pile-up on the Trans Canada and we’re getting slammed with most of it.”
Brett had worked the ER night shift for two years when he first came to Victoria General. In his opinion, his ER experience had laid the foundation for his success as one of the hospital’s top surgeons. There was something about the pressure that brought out the best in him, and if he were honest, there were times when the adrenalin junkie in him missed it.
“I’ll stop by and take a look,” he said, patting his pocket to make sure he had his pager, phone, ID, wallet and keys with him. Sometimes he felt tethered to the hospital, but she was his mistress of choice. He grabbed his stethoscope, walked quickly to the elevator and punched the button.
His pulse kicked up several notches as he neared the controlled chaos of the ER. He hooked the stethoscope around his neck more for identification than anything else. He didn’t wear one normally, but there were times they came in handy, like right now.
“Doc, over here.” Stella, one of the senior ER nurses, called him over. “Could you take a look at this one?” She led him to where a young boy of about ten lay on a stretcher, silent tears running down his face. The patient had a large gash on his forehead, and a leg that would need an x-ray and setting, but other than that, he couldn’t account for all the blood. Brett shot a questioning look at Stella.
“This is Tyler,” she said. “He came in with his mother.” Her eyes said it all as Brett nodded, his fingertips reading the steady pulse of the carotid artery.
Brett grinned down at the young boy. “We’re going to send you off for some pictures, Tyler. I’m afraid you’re going to be on crutches for a few weeks.”
“My mother,” said the boy, trying to rise. “Where is my mother?”
“I don’t know, son. I just got here.”
He gripped Brett’s arm with surprising strength. “Promise me you’ll take care of her.”
Stella directed an orderly to wheel him away. He raised himself up on one arm. “Promise, Doc.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” He looked at Stella. “Where is she?”
Stella shook her head. “You don’t have to do this, Brett.”
“Where, Stella?”
A bubble of silence formed around them as they stood facing each other in the middle of the ER. The head nurse turned on her heel and led him to a curtained alcove. The patient on the bed had been intubated, the breathing machine making ugly sucking noises. Brett doubted that even her family would be able to recognize what was visible of the patient’s face.
One slender hand lay beside her hip, fingernails painted a soft pink. The sight was so incongruous it almost pierced Brett’s reserve. There was nothing he could do for this woman except be here. He raised his eyes to find Stella watching him.
“Have you got everything covered out there?” he asked, nodding his head toward the ER.
“We’re good,” she said, adjusting one of the drip lines.
“Then I’ll stay here,” he said, and picked up the woman’s hand. “What’s her name?”
“Melanie.”
Brett stared down at the woman on the stretcher and the memories came rushing back. Every time he thought his heart was starting to heal, something like this happened. He knew logically that he couldn’t save everyone, but it never got easier. This was the other side of the coin; he’d just completed two successful surgeries that would save lives, but there was nothing he could do here except hold the woman’s hand. Her fingers were already cooling as her bodily functions shut down. He glanced at the heart monitor and when he looked back at the patient, her eyes were open. “Tyler,” she whispered, then her eyes closed for the last time and the faint squiggle on the monitor that had denoted life turned to a straight line.
Stella appeared moments later. “Thank you,” she said simply. “I hated to think of her dying alone.”
Unable to speak, Brett nodded. Then he walked outside, surprised to find that the last rays of the sun still painted the parking lot in streaks of gold.
* * *
BRETT PULLED INTO HIS garage and wondered if he could make it to his study without Danny seeing him. He would seek his son out later and ask about his day, but right now he needed to forget about work... forget about death. There was something about the way Calvados burned as it went down that banished the painful memories, if only temporarily. In those precious moments, he sometimes caught a glimpse of what the future might hold... a time when the pain and sorrow he managed to hide from the outside world disappeared forever.
The house seemed unusually quiet this evening, but he took that as a good sign. Danny was probably playing one of his computer games in his bedroom. As he poured the one drink he allowed himself, he made a mental note to learn more about the games his son was playing.
Thinking about it isn’t the same as actually doing it, said one of the voices in his head. That was the thing about those know-it-all voices. They just sat back and criticized after the fact. He knocked back the drink, relishing the burn as it slid down his throat. A punishment of sorts for feeling sorry for himself. He held the now empty glass up to the light, seriously considering breaking his self-imposed one drink rule. But no. He’d seen too many colleagues ride that slippery slope all the way to the bottom.
His cell phone buzzed softly and he picked it up. His secretary, reminding him that his first appointment tomorrow was at ten in the morning.
Scrolling idly through the missed messages, he paused at an unfamiliar sender. Who was EmPower? The message had been sent at nine this morning, just as he’d been scrubbing for his first surgery of the day.
“Housekeeper scheduled to start today has experienced the death of a close family member and must relinquish the position. Searching for replacement; will call you during the day. Sandy/EmPower”
He scrolled through, noting several missed calls before the implication of the message sank in. Had Danny been without supervision all day? He ran up the stairs and burst into his son’s room. “Danny?” he shouted frantically. Surely Mrs. Jessup had been able to stay... or at least leave him a message. He ran back down to the kitchen and checked the bulletin board, the refrigerator, and fumbled with the small iPad Mini on the counter, just in case by some miracle the tech-challenged Mrs. Jessup had been able to figure it out.
With a pounding heart, he prepared to dial 911. He didn’t care if the boy had only been missing a few hours, he would call in all of his markers to ensure that his son was found. Taking a deep breath to calm himself before calling, he glanced out the kitchen window. An older model Subaru was coming to a stop in the roundabout. Clutching the phone so tightly he was surprised it didn’t break, he watched as a woman got out of the driver’s side and Danny climbed out of the passenger side.
Relieved to see that Danny was okay, he switched his attention to the woman. She didn’t look like the usual sort of caregiver provided by the agencies.
Danny reached into the back seat and pulled out his backpack, making Brett wonder where they’d gone. Maybe she’d taken him to the nearby park, not that there was much to do there. The pair stopped for a moment, the woman speaking seriously to the boy, and he felt a momentary jolt of envy at the way Danny looked up at her, absorbing her words.
Determined to make her feel welcome, he held open the kitchen door as they approached.
“Hello,” he said, with what he hoped was a welcoming smile. “Glad you could come at such short notice.” She gave him an odd look, but he carried on. “In future, we’ll set up a message system so you can tell me when you and Danny go out. I was worried.”
Danny stood looking from Jenna to his father. As usual, his father wasn’t looking at him, but this time he didn’t mind. He thought Jenna was the housekeeper! This ought to be good.
* * *
JENNA STEPPED INSIDE the kitchen and studied Danny’s father. She didn’t know what she’d expected, but it wasn’t someone so young. A day’s growth of beard gave him a raw, edgy look and her body came alive in places that had been asleep for what seemed like forever. She gave herself a mental slap and concentrated on what he was saying.
“Brett Carmichael,” he said, extending his hand. “Welcome to our home.” Self-assurance exuded from him like costly cologne, and yet she sensed vulnerability behind the dark eyes.
“Jenna Samuels,” she said, offering her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet Danny’s father.” She turned and pulled the boy forward, forcing his father to look at him. “Danny and I met at the park and I brought him home.”
“I’m sorry,” Brett stuttered. “Aren’t you the...”
“No.” Jenna smiled. “I’m not the new housekeeper. Danny told me about that. Your former housekeeper left this morning before her replacement arrived. Your son has been alone all day.”
“Danny? You should have called me.”
The boy stood his ground, but his voice was small when he answered. “You told me not to call you at work, so I didn’t.”
“Yes, but that’s because...” He didn’t want to discuss the complicated messaging arrangement in front of this stranger, but he obviously needed to make changes.
“Dr. Carmichael, this may not be my place, but Danny needs a way to contact you in case of an emergency.”
“You’re right. It isn’t your place.”
The harsh words were like a slap in the face.
“Don’t you talk to her like that!” Danny pushed between Jenna and his father. “Jenna is my friend.” He backed up a few steps until he was standing beside her, his small body quivering with anger. “At least she talks to me.” He looked defiantly at his father.
Brett spoke to his son but glared at Jenna. “Go to your room,” he ordered.
Jenna had heard enough. “Stay right there, Danny.” She spoke in a conciliatory tone. “The boy is hungry, Dr. Carmichael. The least you can do is make him a sandwich.”
Brett looked around the kitchen as though he’d never been here before.
With a sigh of thinly veiled irritation Jenna dropped her bag on the floor by the back door and turned to Danny. “What kind of sandwich shall I make you?”
“Peanut butter and jam,” he said, and quickly pointed out everything she would need. She slapped together a sandwich, grabbed an apple from a fruit bowl on the counter, and added a glass of milk. “Here,” she said kindly. “Now do as your father says.”
Danny looked up at her, his eyes dark and trusting. “Where will you go?”
She shot a quick look at Brett, who seemed fascinated by their exchange. “I’m not sure right now, Danny.”
“Will you come say goodbye before you leave?”
Jenna looked to Brett, who nodded silently. “Yes,” she said. “I’ll come up. Be careful not to spill.”
BRETT’S GAZE SOFTENED and his posture relaxed as he watched his son leave the room. When he turned to Jenna, he seemed to have mellowed a bit.
“We should talk,” she said abruptly. “Do you mind if I call you Brett?”
“Not at all...” He hesitated. “Jenna.”
“Good.” She gestured toward the coffee maker on the counter. “I could use a cup of coffee.” She slipped a cup under the spout and pressed the button. She’d owned a coffee maker like this as recently as a week ago, but now that seemed like the distant past.
“Why not make yourself a sandwich while you’re at it?”
She halted in mid-step, and considered walking out. How did he know she was homeless and hungry? But it only took a sideways glance for her to realize he’d been joking. Now who was being touchy?
She stood at the counter with her back to him, searching for the right words. At home she’d always been thankful for the speed of the coffee maker, but now she wished it would take a bit longer. She had no idea how to start this conversation. Turning, she found him studying her like some insect under a microscope.
“What?” she asked, uncomfortable with the scrutiny.
“I was wondering who you are,” he said reasonably. “First you bring my son home, and now you’re standing here in my kitchen as though you’ve lived here all your life.” He gave her a boyish smile. “I think it’s a reasonable question.”
She shook her head. “Who I am doesn’t matter.” She attempted a sip of coffee but it was still too hot, so she set it down and took a deep breath. “Danny told me he was running away from home.”
She waited for the explosion, but it didn’t come. Instead, he stared at her as though he didn’t hear correctly. “He was...” he swallowed. “He was running away from home?”
Jenna felt sorry for him, but he needed to hear this. “That’s what he said, but I’m not sure he was all that serious.” She looked past him to a set of French doors that opened onto a patio. “Can we go out there? You look like you need to sit down.”
“Good idea.” He grabbed a bottle of iced tea from the refrigerator, downed half of it, and followed her to the patio. Taking the chair opposite her, he leaned forward. “Why?” he asked. “Did he say why?”
“He’s lonely. I asked him about friends to play with, and he says that none of his school friends live around here. I haven’t seen one child his age, so I don’t think he’s exaggerating.” She stared into the coffee mug for a moment. “He needs something to do other than playing computer games in his room. We didn’t have play dates when I was a kid and you probably didn’t either, but these days parents arrange for their kids to get together. It’s part of the way they live. And there are organized day camps he can attend. There are even special interest day camps.” She softened her tone. “And then there’s you. There are so many simple things you can do together. I drove by Clover Point today and there were lots of kids flying kites with their parents. It looked like fun.”
“I don’t know about that,” he said, rubbing a palm against a raspy cheek. “I have a pretty busy schedule.”
“Too busy for your son?” she asked gently. “He says you never talk to him. He also told me you never look at him, and I could see what he means when we came into the house.”
He looked at her with haunted eyes. “You’re stepping over the line.”
“Am I?” She was desperate to get past whatever was holding him back. “Somebody has to stick up for that child, and I figure it might as well be me.” She tried to laugh, but it came out hoarse and strangled. “There’s nothing much you can do or say to me that hasn’t already been done, so if you want to get mad at me, give it your best shot, Brett Carmichael.”
For several long moments he just looked at her. “Who are you, anyway? We never did get around to establishing that.”
Jenna wasn’t sure she even knew who she was anymore. Tears leaked out of her eyes and ran down her cheeks. This past week she’d lost her fiancé, her apartment, her belongings, her credit, her bank account and her precious camera equipment. She hadn’t thought she could sink any lower.
Wrong again.
Now her nose was running; she swiped at it with the back of her hand. She must look a sight, but she didn’t care; she’d done what she could for Danny.
“As I said before, I’m nobody. A week ago I lost everything. Poof!” she said, tossing imaginary pixie dust in the air. “The whole kit and caboodle, gone.” She leaned slightly closer to him, deriving a perverse pleasure when he pulled back. “I’m homeless, Brett.” She made a broad gesture toward where she thought her car might be. “All I have left is my car, and I’ve slept in it for the past three nights. That’s how Danny and I met. He got into my car while I was using the restroom in the park, and asked if he could spend the night.”
He watched her as though waiting for the punch line, and when it didn’t come, his expression darkened. “You’re homeless?” He looked around, but nobody jumped out and pointed to the hidden camera. “Are you telling me I’ve been listening to a lecture on how I don’t take care of my own son from a homeless person?” He threw his head back and laughed. “That’s rich!”
She regarded him sadly; there was nothing more she could do here. “As long as you listened,” she said, and then stood up. “I promised Danny I’d say goodbye. I hope you’ll let me keep my word.”
A confused look crossed his face as he rose with her. “Yes, of course.” He preceded her into the house and up the stairs to Danny’s room.
“Jenna!” Danny was playing a computer game, but he dropped his controller and launched himself at her. “I was afraid you’d forget.”
“No,” she said, bending down to his level and picking up the controller. “Are you playing Minecraft?”
“Yeah,” he said, sending a hopeful glance in his father’s direction. “It’s fun.”
She studied the computer screen. “It looks hard.”
Danny’s chest swelled. “I’m pretty good.” He looked into her eyes. “You look like you’ve been crying again.” Small fingers touched her cheek. “I wish you wouldn’t cry.”
“It’s nothing,” she said quickly. “I tried to drink my coffee before it had cooled down. Now before I go, I want you to promise me something.”
His brow puckered.
“You must promise me that you won’t talk to strangers.” She tapped him on the tip of his nose. “Promise?”
He nodded, eyes brimming with tears. “Okay.” He threw himself into her arms. “I wish you could stay here and take care of us.”
Jenna stiffened. “I don’t think so, Danny.” She rose quickly, desperate to put some space between them before she completely lost it. “But it was fun hanging out with you today.”
“Me, too,” he said, searching her face as though she might change her mind. “Goodbye, Jenna.” Eyes bright, he picked up his PlayStation controller and resumed his game.
Jenna made her way down the stairs, barely aware of Brett behind her. Every time she thought she’d endured the worst of it, something else came along to knock her feet out from under her. She wasn’t sure how it was possible to lose your heart to a small boy in such a short time, but she had. How much more could she take?
She gathered up her bag from the kitchen and turned to find Brett leaning against the refrigerator, long legs crossed casually at the ankles.
“The thing is, you don’t look like a homeless person.” There was something different about the way he was looking at her, but she didn’t want to wait around to figure it out.
“I haven’t had much practice,” she muttered, checking inside her bag. She had no idea what she was checking for, but she couldn’t meet his eyes. “Let’s just say I made some foolish decisions and I’m paying for them now.”
“Trust me, I’ve done the same.” He frowned at her as though she was some sort of enigma. “I’d still like to hear about it.”
She barked a laugh. “You want me to humiliate myself even more? I don’t think so.”
“Dammit, Jenna. You’re making this difficult!”
“I’m the one making this difficult?” Sarcasm dripped from her words.
He held up his hands, palms out. “Okay. I didn’t phrase that very well, but I don’t know how else to say it. I want to ask you to consider the position of housekeeper, but I don’t know you. I thought maybe if we talked for a bit, I’d get a better sense of who you are.” He offered his most appealing smile and for an insane moment she found herself wishing he was trying to charm her rather than interview her. “After all, we can’t have just anyone taking care of Danny now, can we? Stay and have dinner. Then if we decide it’s not a good fit, you go on your way. No harm, no foul.”
“Trust me, Brett. I’m the last person you want as a housekeeper.”
“And why is that?”
“First of all, I have no idea what a housekeeper does.” She glanced around. “Especially in a big fancy place like this. Besides, I think what you’re really looking for is a glorified babysitter for Danny.”
He considered her words for only a moment. “You’re right, of course. No matter what you might think, I love that little boy more than anything.”
Desperation tinged her voice. “Then why can’t you show it?”
Pain sliced across his features. “It’s complicated.”
Jenna was tempted to grab him and shake him, but held her temper. “It usually is,” she said.
“So what do you say? Will you stay for dinner?”
She dropped her bag and a victorious smile tugged at the corners of Brett’s mouth. “You can cook?” she asked with one raised eyebrow.
“No, but I have an excellent collection of take-out menus, and I’m not afraid to use them.”
Jenna stifled a smile. “What does Danny like?”
He hesitated only a second. “Pizza. And we could order some salad to go with it, just to ease our conscience.”
“Sounds good. Let’s eat over there at the breakfast nook. It looks so much cozier than the dining room.” Brett was already speaking into the phone and she studied him for a moment. For the first time, she noticed dark circles under his eyes. She’d been so busy worrying about Danny and her own situation that she hadn’t paid much attention.
He disconnected, looked up and caught her looking at him. “What?” he asked.
“You look tired,” she said simply. “Bad day?”
“Yes and no. I had a good day in the OR. Two surgeries that went well, but I made the mistake of stopping by Emerg on my way out. There was a big pile-up on the Trans-Canada.” He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the images. “They had everything under control, but there was this one woman...” His voice trailed off, prompting Jenna to remain silent while he dealt with the memories in his own way. After a few moments he came back from wherever he’d been and offered her a pale imitation of a smile. “It’s always hard when there’s nothing you can do.”
“I’m sorry, Brett. Would it help to have a drink? I don’t know if you have anything...”
“No, thanks. I had one when I came home. That’s all I allow myself.” He pulled out his wallet and left some bills on the kitchen counter. “Would you pay for the pizza when it comes? I think I’ll go upstairs and visit with Danny for a while.”
At last... something was going right. “I’d be happy to.”
“MIGHT AS WELL MAKE myself at home,” muttered Jenna, pulling out drawers, looking for cutlery, napkins, and plates. The semi-circular booth in the corner was the ideal place for an informal family meal. If she lived here, they’d eat there every night and share stories about what they’d done during the day.
In spite of her earlier comment to Brett, she had to admit that the idea of living here had a certain appeal. Even if only temporary, it would get her off the streets until she could figure out her financial situation. But did she want to become a housekeeper for a living? Not really. Housework was not something she enjoyed, and in all good conscience, she couldn’t live in a house this beautiful without keeping it up. How much work she was expected to do was something she’d have to discuss with Brett.
Jenna stepped back to admire the table. She’d placed brightly coloured fabric napkins at each place, and searched through the refrigerator until she found a couple of bottles of salad dressing. Even though she was in a stranger’s home, the simple act of setting a table restored some of her self-confidence. Phil had taken more than her money and belongings when he abandoned her... he’d left her doubting her own judgment. Slowly and insidiously, he’d stripped her of her ability to believe in herself, and the need to reclaim her former poise might be reason enough to accept Brett’s offer.
Okay, she admitted to herself. There was one more reason. A smile softened her lips as she thought about Danny. She glanced in the direction of the stairs, wondering how they were getting along. There was something about the way Brett looked at his son – or more accurately, didn’t look at him. A woman’s magazine would call it emotional unavailability, but no matter what kind of a label she slapped on Brett’s response to Danny, she couldn’t help but wonder about the story behind it. Perhaps later she could gain some insight into what made the attractive doctor tick.
Because he was attractive – there was no denying that. One more caution flag. If she worked here, she’d have to forget the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. Or the way his long, sinewy fingers drew her attention. A foolish habit perhaps, but she’d always judged a man by his hands. Brett’s hands were slender, as befitting a surgeon, but they also projected an underlying strength – something she could use at this time in her life.
Scanning the table set-up one last time, Jenna wandered through the dining room and into the living area. A love seat and two plush chairs were grouped casually in front of a massive fireplace, but in spite of the inviting layout, the room appeared unused. Where did Brett spend his time when he was home? Certainly not in this showpiece of a room. Right out of a home décor magazine, a low sofa table backing the love seat held an elegant arrangement of fresh flowers. She picked up a faint aroma of furniture polish underlying the scent of the flowers. Mrs. Jessup may have left abruptly, but she’d left the home in immaculate shape.
Inset into the walls on either side of the fireplace, two sets of shelving held an eclectic display of books, mementos and photographs. Jenna examined the book titles and decided that it would be impossible to get an idea of the person behind the collection. Adventure novels shared shelf space with a few classics, and a selection of travel books took up almost an entire section. She liked the idea that the books hadn’t been purchased for show.
A framed photograph caught her eye and she stopped moving as little bells went off in her head. Reaching up, she took it down and looked into Danny’s eyes... although it wasn’t Danny.
Jenna couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen a woman this exquisitely beautiful. Dressed in a gauzy formal dress with an ornate necklace, the woman smiled shyly. Her dark hair was gathered on the top of her head in a loose bun, a few wisps curling around a heart-shaped face. Either Filipino or Thai, the woman was exotically alluring. Was it any wonder Danny was such an angelic looking child?
Placing her fingertips on the cool glass, she spoke to the image. “I think I’m beginning to understand,” she murmured.
She sensed rather than saw Brett behind her. Turning slowly, she looked into his eyes, then her gaze moved deliberately to Danny, standing proudly at his side.
“I’m showing Daddy how to play Minecraft!” he said excitedly. Evidently forgetting that Jenna should be gone by this time, he took her hand. “Come on,” he urged. “We saw the pizza delivery coming up the driveway.”
Avoiding Brett’s gaze, Jenna set the frame back on the shelf. Discussion of his late wife would have to start with him.
Any qualms Jenna may have had about lagging dinnertime conversation disappeared as Danny chatted between bites of pizza. Still reserved around his son, Brett listened with an indulgent grin. From time to time, he dropped a hand to the boy’s hair, then pulled it back. But it was enough. Jenna lowered her head to hide a smile of satisfaction.
* * *
“YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO do that.” Brett entered the kitchen as she was finishing the dishes. “But thank you.” He glanced behind him. “Danny was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.”
Jenna nodded. “He’s had a big day.”
“Hmmm.” Brett was opening one cupboard after the other. “I’m quite sure there’s some tea around here somewhere.” He gave her a tired smile. “I could use a cup of tea tonight.”
“You know, we don’t have to do this tonight. You’re tired.”
He shook his head. “I’m okay. Ah, here we are.” He started to take boxes out of a narrow cupboard. “Who knew there were so many kinds of tea? What do you suggest?”
“Are you worried about caffeine?”
“Not tonight. What do you suggest?”
“Let’s try the jasmine. I could use some as well.” She busied herself making tea, then followed him back to the breakfast nook, where he’d made himself comfortable.
“Thank you for staying,” he said quietly. “But I’m afraid we’ve raised Danny’s hopes that you’ll accept the position.” He traced the pattern on the cup with the tip of a finger. “So tell me your story.”
Jenna busied herself pouring tea, then stared into the steaming liquid for several moments, gathering her thoughts.
* * *
“MY PARENTS DIED ABOUT eight years ago,” she said. “We lived in Ontario, near London. Their car skidded off an icy road and into a river; they weren’t found until the next morning.” She gave a small shudder. “After they died, I just wanted to get away. We weren’t a wealthy family, but there was enough money for me to move to British Columbia and get settled.”
She looked up to find him watching her intently. “No aunts or uncles?” he asked.
“No, unfortunately. Anyway, I went to Vancouver and got a job in a photography studio as an assistant. I did a bit of everything, from answering the phone and booking appointments, to setting up lighting. I enjoyed it. Then one weekend I took the ferry over here, to Victoria, and I fell in love with the place. I still had some money left, so I moved here and set up my own business in a small heritage house in James Bay. I got enough jobs to make a living, and then before I knew it, I started to do well. Then I met Phil, or maybe I should say he met me.” She blushed. “This is really embarrassing.”
“You don’t have to...”
She held up a hand. “No. This is good for me, if you don’t mind listening.”
He nodded for her to continue.
“Looking back, it was one of those classic situations. “ She gazed into the distance. “In the beginning, he was so charming, and then he slowly started to exert control. At first it was subtle... you know, small suggestions about how I could improve my business model, as he called it.”
Brett frowned. “What does he do?”
“He’s a software developer. At least that’s what he told me, and I think there’s a kernel of truth in there somewhere. He certainly knew a lot about how computers work. He told me he worked for a company in Vancouver and that he did on-site installations and training which kept him on the road. He called me a lot, so I rarely needed to phone him, but when I did he answered his own phone. I thought nothing of it.”
“He asked me to marry him after only about six months, and I was so happy to have someone of my own I didn’t stop to think about how fast it was, or how little I really knew about him.” She touched her ring finger with a wry smile. “He gave me a big engagement ring, and almost immediately after that, he started to take over my life. We had plans to buy a house, so we opened a joint bank account. He put me on his credit card, which I thought was very generous, but he went over every penny I spent, his excuse being that we needed to build up our bank account. I put all of my photography income in the joint account as well.”
Brett frowned. “What did your friends think of him?”
“That’s just it. I didn’t have a lot of friends to begin with, but he managed to isolate me from them in record time.” She fell silent for several moments. “I can’t believe I let it happen. Anyway, I went to Nanaimo last week to see my one remaining friend who just had a baby. She and her husband have been going through a rough patch financially. They have three kids and the oldest is five.”
“Wow.”
Jenna smiled. “Yeah, wow. Terry’s gone to Alberta to work in the oil patch, and judging by the first cheque he sent back, they’ll be on their feet in a few months. Anyway, when I got back from Nanaimo, everything was gone. Furniture, photography equipment, everything. All he left were my clothes. He even took the suitcases. He’d terminated the contract on the telephone, the bank account was empty, the credit cards were overdue, the rent was three months behind... he’d planned it all.”
“And the engagement ring was a fake.” It wasn’t a question.
Jenna gave him a wry smile. “I can still see the expression on the jeweller’s face when I asked her to take a look. Cubic zirconia. He’d proposed to me out on the breakwater, so I walked out there and threw it into the ocean. Felt good, too. I hope some octopus is wearing it right now.”
Brett chuckled. “Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh, but you came alive just then.” A puzzled look came over his face. “What did the police say?”
She toyed with her tea cup. “I think at first they figured it for some type of lover’s spat. But when they got around to taking a report, they pointed out that in the eyes of the law, everything we had was joint, so he was within his rights. And of course they couldn’t find anyone by the name of Phil Esterbrook.”
Brett nodded. “He planned it all out.”
“Yes. That hurts almost as much as losing everything.” She paused for a moment. “Well, that and the fact that the landlady is out three months’ rent. She’s a retired widow who relies on the rent for her income.”
Brett hunched over the table. “What do you think triggered him to leave? I mean why now?”
“I’ve given that a lot of thought,” she said. “About four months ago, when we were setting up the joint account, he was convinced I was holding out on him about how much money I had in the bank. I think for some reason he’d assumed that I’d inherited a lot from my parents. I certainly didn’t infer that.” Her gaze drifted around the kitchen, touching on a few now-familiar items. “He’d always intended to cut and run, but I think he moved his plans up after that. Last weekend was the perfect opportunity.”
He tilted his head. “It sounds like you don’t intend to pursue it anymore.”
She shook her head. “Not unless the police come up with something.” She took a deep breath. “After I figured out what happened, I spent a couple of days wondering if I could ever trust anyone again. A natural reaction, I suppose, but a waste of time. I’d rather look to the future than waste my energy regretting my bad decisions.”
Brett’s smile made it clear he agreed. “What kind of photographs?”
“What?”
“What type of photographs do you take?”
Her tone softened. “I like photographing people, and I absolutely love black and white film.”
He nodded. “Are you any good?”
“Not bad,” she said with a cheeky smile. “I was just starting to get a reputation in town. It takes a while to become known, as you can imagine.”
He stretched his long legs out in front of him. “Well if you decide to stay with us, maybe we can help you get back on track.” His demeanor changed and he sat up straight. “I apologize for what I said earlier. I heard what you said about being a housekeeper, but Danny likes you. I can pay you a monthly salary, plus there’s a private suite over the garage.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “You’d be doing both of us a favour if you stayed at least until the beginning of the school year. This is a big house. I’d get you help with the cleaning if you could manage to put together some informal meals and do the laundry. We have a gardening service. Mainly, I’d like to see you get Danny out of the house. Maybe even meet some kids his own age.”
Jenna reached for her teacup. The tea was cold now, but she drank it anyway. “It seems too easy,” she said finally.
“If there’s something you’re not sure about, I’d like to hear it.”
She met his gaze with equal candor. “I know you’re busy, but will you at least try to be there a bit more for Danny?”
He extended a hand, his mouth quirked up in a smile. “I promise. Even if that means I have to learn Minecraft.”
“Then we have a deal,” she said. “Thank you, Brett.”
THE SUITE OVER THE garage was simply laid out, yet welcoming. The open floorplan contained an alcove for the bed, a full bathroom, and a small but functioning kitchen. A balcony just wide enough for a couple of chairs opened off the living area. Sheltered by a tall, leafy tree at the side of the house, it would be an ideal spot to sit and contemplate her future.
There was a lot to think about. While a good housekeeper was worth her weight in gold, and Brett had been generous to offer her the position, it wasn’t what Jenna wanted. She’d worked hard for the limited success she’d garnered, and she had hopes of continuing her career when her finances were sorted out.
She dropped into one of the balcony chairs and propped her feet up on the rail. Leaving Danny would be difficult; she was already fond of him. That smile and those bright eyes had captured her heart from the moment she turned and saw him in the back of her car. He had already become attached to her, accepting her as part of the family, but if she could get him involved in activities with children his own age, it might be easier for him when she left. By then he’d be back in school and she would make sure that Brett enrolled him in even more activities. One thing was definite... she would not leave Danny without support systems in place.
What had Brett said earlier? Something about Jenna getting back on track. He’d made it clear that he didn’t expect her to stay and that’s what she wanted as well... didn’t she?
“Enough of this nonsense,” she muttered to herself, getting up and closing the sliding door behind her. “You don’t even know him.”
“Not yet,” said the voice in her head. “Not yet.”
* * *
BRETT LEANED AGAINST the kitchen counter and looked out over the back yard. It was dark now; had been for some time, but his pose was more contemplative than anything else. He was having a hard time taking in everything that had transpired since Jenna walked into his life. Had that really been earlier this evening? It seemed like forever ago.
Jenna. The corner of his mouth tugged up when he thought of the way she’d stood up for Danny. Right now she was a bundle of contradictions. Hurt by some idiot who hadn’t been able to see past what he thought was a healthy bank account. In spite of the emotional damage her so-called fiancé had done, Brett was glad he was out of the picture. Jenna deserved better, and once she got back on her feet, she would see that. The thought of her up there in the former caretaker’s suite should terrify him, but in fact it was doing the exact opposite. Danny had already taken her into his heart, and by the time she was ready to go back to her old life, Danny would be back in school. And I will have become the father he deserves.
It had taken a complete stranger to make him see how his inattentiveness had affected his son. Ashamed of himself, he vowed to regain Danny’s affection by taking a more active role in his life. And when he had to work, Jenna would be a loving, supportive presence. As a single father, it was the best he could do... for now.
When Arisa died, leaving him with a miniature version of herself in Danny, he’d withdrawn. Those first few weeks after the funeral were nothing but a faint memory. Growing up, Brett had never been much of a drinker, but he’d made up for it in that painful time... losing himself in an alcoholic stupor night after night. He vaguely remembered a small ghost of a child being shuffled off to his bedroom by his mother while he selfishly drowned his sorrows. And it had been his mother who, in a rare show of anger, had told him to pull himself together.
Staring at his reflection in the darkened kitchen window, he marveled at how Danny had continued to love him. The child’s capacity for forgiveness was something he was counting on now. He would not disappoint him a second time.
As for Arisa, her death would haunt him forever. Born in Thailand to a Thai mother and a French father, he had fallen in love with her the first moment he saw her. In the years since her death, he’d accepted the fact that their marriage had been based more on infatuation than on love, but he’d been so besotted by her beauty he couldn’t think straight. He’d met her as he was finishing up his residency, and was a prime candidate for marriage. In spite of his parents’ reservations, they’d been married six months later in the home he occupied now – part of a large inheritance from his maternal grandfather. Danny was born a respectable year after that.
Intent on establishing his position at the hospital, Brett worked long hours right from the beginning. He knew that when he came home Arisa would be waiting. She never complained about his grueling schedule, and ran his household effortlessly.
The accident that claimed her life haunted him still. They’d had their first serious argument that evening before going out, and the tension between them was palpable. They’d stepped outside after a small dinner party to find several inches of freezing snow on the ground. Even though Victoria sometimes went an entire winter without snow, Brett had installed his snow tires a few weeks previously, and had no qualms about driving home.
The tractor-trailer that slammed into the passenger side of his car was found to have worn summer tires. Even with winter tires, the driver probably wouldn’t have been able to stop. A drain had overflowed beside the road, coating the surface with black ice. If Brett closed his eyes, he could still see a slow-motion replay of the jack-knifing truck coming toward them, could still hear the grinding metallic crunch as the truck slammed into them, and could still feel Arisa’s last breath on his cheek as he held her in his arms. Sitting in the middle of an intersection holding his wife’s broken body in his arms, his skill as a surgeon was of no use. To make matters worse, Brett had walked away with only bruised ribs and a small gash on his forehead.
Pushing away from the counter, he walked into the living room and looked around. The fresh flowers had been something Arisa had insisted on – she’d enjoyed spending his money – and he had maintained the tradition in her memory. There had been many times over the past years that he asked himself if he kept the flowers coming out of guilt. Not that he blamed himself for the accident, but the remorse he felt for arguing with her on the last day of her life would stay with him forever.
His eyes fell on her photograph. Jenna had been inspecting it earlier in the day. Of course she would see the striking resemblance between Danny and his mother. He’d watched her gaze flicker from the photograph to Danny, and for a brief moment, compassion had flooded her features. Maybe one day he would tell her the whole story. It was something he’d never shared with anyone, but he’d sensed an intuitive understanding in the look on her face, and for the first time he considered unburdening himself.
Looking at the picture of his wife, he realized that for the first time since her death, he wasn’t angry at her. She’d been gone over two years now, and holding on to all those negative feelings wasn’t helping Danny or himself. He set the picture back on the shelf with one last lingering look. It was time to start healing.
DANNY WAS IN HIS JAMMIES, eating cereal and solving a puzzle on the cereal box when Brett came downstairs the next morning.
“What do you like to eat in the morning?” Jenna asked, handing him a cup of coffee.
“I usually just have a piece of toast.” He added two spoons of sugar and stirred absently. “And since you asked, I love marmalade. The chunky Seville kind.”
“Got it.” Jenna shot an amused glance toward Danny. “Young Mr. Carmichael informed me that he likes pancakes, but we came to an understanding.”
Brett raised an eyebrow.
“We’re going to have pancakes twice a week. Scrambled eggs are optional, as is toast and jam. Danny informed me that he prefers cereal, and once and a while toast.”
“But not marmalade.” Danny made a face. “I don’t know how Daddy can eat that stuff.”
“To each his own,” said Jenna with a smile.
“That’s what he says.” Danny rolled his eyes.
“So. What are you two up to today?” Brett looked from his son to Jenna. “Any plans?”
“We thought we might try kite flying.” Jenna looked out the kitchen window. There was no sign of a breeze. “There always seem to be people flying kites down by the ocean.”
“Great idea.” Brett reached into his back pocket and dug out some cash. “Here’s money to buy some kites. Would you choose one for me, Danny?”
The young boy looked from Jenna to his father, the expression on his face one of immense pride. “Okay.” He hesitated. “Do you know how to fly them?”
“You might have to give me some lessons, but I think I can learn.” Brett’s heart swelled with love for his son. “Have fun today,” he said to Danny’s retreating back as the boy ran from the room to get dressed.
Brett took his coffee out to the patio and stood for several minutes, overlooking the yard.
“Everything okay?” Jenna came up behind him.
He turned to her. “I was just hoping that you haven’t changed your mind about staying.” He grinned down at her. “We made a lot of decisions in a short time last night, and I wouldn’t blame you if you had second thoughts.”
Jenna looked around the yard; it was the first time she’d really seen it. “I thought the same thing, but if anything, I’m even more grateful that you’ve given me this chance to get back on my feet. I hope to make it work for both of us.”
“Good.” He drained his coffee cup. “I should be home by seven. Hopefully before.”
She could tell his thoughts were already on the day ahead. “See you then.”
Jenna tidied the kitchen and climbed the stairs, wondering why Danny hadn’t come down.
“Danny?” she called. “We can leave any time.”
“I’m in here.” The words were muffled.
His voice came from a door at the end of the hall. She pushed it open and found herself in what had probably been a small bedroom. It had been converted to an artist’s studio, but judging from the dust, hadn’t been used for some time.
Danny sat in front of an easel, studying an incomplete watercolour of himself. A photograph was propped on a table off to the side. She advanced until she was standing directly behind him, and laid a hand gently on his shoulder.
He spoke without turning. “My mother did this. Some days I come in here and I think maybe it will be finished.” He fingered one of the brushes. “But that’s not going to happen, is it?”
“I’m afraid not, Danny.”
He looked up at her then. “My Daddy doesn’t like to talk about her.”
Jenna nodded. “Some adults are like that. When my parents died I had a hard time for a while.”
“I miss her,” he said, replacing the paint brush in precisely the spot where he’d picked it up. “Sometimes I forget what she looks like.”
“Would you like to have a picture of her?” The words popped out before she could stop them. “I could ask your father. I don’t think he’d want you to forget what she looks like.”
“Could you?” His eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
“Absolutely,” she said, hoping she hadn’t overstepped. “But you know, Danny, you’ll never forget what she looks like.”
He gave her a puzzled look.
“You only have to look in the mirror. Your mother gave you the most amazing gift when you were born. You have her beautiful eyes.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Jenna tousled his hair. “She must have loved you very much.”
He nodded, but his actions were uncertain. When he returned his gaze to her face, his expression was resolute. “Daddy says you can’t stay forever.”
Her heart ached for him. “No, Danny, not forever.” She brightened. “But I promise to stay for the summer, until you’re in school.” Her words triggered a sharp little pang as she thought of leaving him, but that was just foolish. “By then, you’re going to be so busy you’ll forget who I am.”
He gave her a surprisingly adult look. “I’m not a baby, Jenna. I won’t forget you.”
“Of course not.” Flustered, she started to back out of the room. “So, are we going to get those kites or not?”
He allowed a moment’s silence that would have done credit to a Broadway actor. “All right,” he said finally. “Let’s go.”
* * *
THE SELECTION OF KITES available at the store was almost overwhelming. For the first few minutes, Danny ran from kite to kite, each one becoming his favourite as he studied it. Finally he slowed down, and with help from the salesperson, chose a delta-shaped kite with a bold cartoon face. For his father he chose a brightly coloured dragonfly kite, while Jenna settled for a blue swallowtail butterfly.
“Your son is certainly eager,” the staff member observed as she rang up the purchases. “He should be able to manage that one all right.”
“I hope so.” Jenna had listened with growing trepidation as the young woman gave them a quick lesson. Clutching the edge of the sales counter, Danny bounced on his toes, eager to get going. He carried the bag proudly, keeping up a constant stream of excited chatter as they drove to Clover Point.
Devoting herself to helping Danny, Jenna found herself relaxing. The youngster soon mastered the art, and although she would have been content to watch him, before long her blue butterfly had joined Danny’s odd looking kite dancing in the skies high above Dallas Road.
Jenna spooled up her string and waited patiently until Danny was ready to do the same. He turned to look at her often, bright eyes seeking her approval.
“Can we come back tomorrow?” he asked eagerly, his small body vibrating with enthusiasm.
“I’m not sure if we’ll have time to fit it in.” She watched his face fall, then took pity on him. “I thought we’d stop by the pool on the way home and see if we can enroll you for swimming lessons. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“That would be so cool.” The kites were momentarily forgotten. “Can we go now?”
She checked her watch. “They enroll students between two and four in the afternoon. How about we have lunch? There’s a nice little restaurant on Cook Street with tables outside.”
“We’ll eat in a restaurant? Outside?” His wide smile gave her his answer. “Do you think they have chicken fingers?”
“Oh, I think so. Shall we go?”
Danny kept up a running commentary throughout lunch. In stark contrast to yesterday, he included his father in all of his future plans. As he was cleaning up the last of his fries, he looked around the restaurant with a critical eye. “Do you think we should bring Daddy here on my birthday?”
“Your birthday? When is that?”
“The Saturday after next.” He paused, and a cloud passed over his face. “Daddy forgot last year, but my Grandma called from Calgary and then he remembered.”
He shrugged, but beneath the lift of his shoulders, Jenna could tell that the pain of being forgotten still lingered. “He won’t forget this year, Danny. I promise you that.”
“I know.” He gave her a too-bright smile. “Maybe we can take him kite flying. I think he’s going to like it.”
* * *
“YOU’VE WORN ME OUT,” said Jenna, opening the back door when they returned home. She wasn’t exaggerating; it would take some getting used to the non-stop energy of her little sidekick. She wondered if he ever slowed down. She put away the few groceries she’d bought, put some potatoes into the steamer for potato salad, and collapsed into one of the comfortable chairs out on the patio.
An idea had been forming ever since Danny mentioned his upcoming birthday. The clerk at the kite store had inserted a flyer in their shopping bag giving details on a kite flying competition in Parksville on the same weekend as Danny’s birthday. If she could pry Brett away from the hospital, perhaps he would be willing to take Danny to the famous up-island location for his birthday. From the sounds of it, he owed it to the child. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to visualize the three of them on the miles of sand along the shore of the resort area. It was dangerous to think of the three of them as a family, but even when she’d been with Phil, she hadn’t known the same closeness she’d discovered here in only twenty-four hours. Dangerous, but oh so comforting.
“DID HE WEAR YOU OUT?” Brett’s voice broke through her sleep. Shielding her eyes from the late afternoon sun, she struggled to wake up.
“What? Yes,” she said, flustered by his sudden presence. “Did you just get home?”
“Yes, I hated to wake you up.” His voice sounded huskier than usual. For a moment he stood looking down at her, then he tore his gaze away and headed back into the house. “I’m going to get a drink. Can I bring you anything?”
“I’d love a Coke,” she said to his back.
“Okay. I’m looking forward to hearing what you did today.”
Was she expected to report on their activities every day? Somehow she didn’t think so. She should be up and fussing with dinner, but her nap had drained every ounce of pent-up tension from her body. She hadn’t felt this relaxed in a week.
“Here you go.” He handed her a glass with ice cubes and a can of Coke.
“This doesn’t feel right, having you wait on me, but thanks.” She accepted the drink with a smile.
Brett swirled the golden liquid in his glass and then placed it on the side table without drinking. “I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to relax,” he said after a few moments. “It’s been a while since I looked forward to coming home.”
“And you did today?” The words were out before she could stop them.
“Yes,” he said, regarding her steadily. “I did.” He reached for his glass and took a small sip. “How did it go with Danny today?”
Jenna’s smile started somewhere down in her chest and ended up on her lips. “It was great. Exhausting, but great. I left your kite in the kitchen.”
He nodded. “I saw that. Was it fun?”
Jenna thought for a moment. “Yes, although I wish I’d taken my camera. It’s an older one, but it still takes decent pictures.” She glanced back into the kitchen to ensure they were alone. “Speaking of pictures, would it be all right for Danny to have a picture of his mother?”
Brett stared into his glass. “Why?”
“I found him this morning in what I assume was her studio. There’s an incomplete watercolour of him in there, and based on our conversation he goes in there fairly often to feel close to her.” She leaned toward him. “He’s afraid he’s going to forget her, Brett. I may have overstepped my bounds here, but I told him it would probably be okay.” She smiled to herself. “I also told him he only needed to look in the mirror.”
Brett’s head came up.
Jenna continued. “He looks so much like her. It’s uncanny.”
His fingers tightened around his glass, but when he looked up, he had his emotions under control. “You’re right. He should have a picture of her if he wants one. We could give him the one from the living room.”
“Thank you, Brett. He’d like that.”
He continued as though she hadn’t spoken. “Last night after you went upstairs, I looked at that picture for the first time in ages.” A faint smile touched his lips. “It’s been hard to let it all go, but I think the time has come.” He gazed into the distance and a slight tremor shook his body, almost as though he was in the snow storm all over again. “Arisa died in my arms. We were hit by a truck on a snowy night.” His eyes came back into focus. “All that surgical training and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do to save her.” He held up his glass, catching the last rays of the sun. “For a while I indulged myself by drinking far too much. My mother had been here right after Arisa died, but someone must have told her I was acting the fool, because she came back and told me to shape up or she’d take Danny away.” He shot her a quick, embarrassed glance. “I stopped the heavy drinking, but I couldn’t bear to look at Danny. You’re right, he’s the spitting image of his mother.”
He drained his glass and then set it down with a deliberate motion. “So after I sobered up, I decided I’d save the world. I took on every surgical procedure they offered, as though that would make up for the fact that I couldn’t save Arisa.”
Jenna remained silent.
“It’s taken this long for me to realize what I was doing to Danny. I’m ashamed that I didn’t see it myself, but better late than never.” He paused and gave her a lop-sided grin. “What I’m trying to say is thank you. Especially for being in that park yesterday.”
“Believe me,” she said with a wry smile “I wish the circumstances had been different, but it all seems to have worked out okay.” She rose. “Unless you fire me for not having anything ready for dinner.”
“That’s not gonna happen, but while you do your thing, I think I’ll check on Danny. He’s upstairs?”
“Yes. Playing games, no doubt.” She touched him on the arm. “And Brett?”
“Hmmm?”
“If he talks about his birthday, please be vague. I have an idea I’d like to run by you after dinner.”
“Right.” He changed direction and headed into the living room. “I think I’ll take that picture up now.”
* * *
BRETT HID A SMILE AS Danny described his prowess with the kite. “Don’t worry, Dad. I can teach you.” He munched thoughtfully on a carrot stick. “It takes a lot of skill, but I think you can do it.”
“I hope so. I don’t want to be the only one in this family who can’t fly a kite.” The look on his face was almost comical as he realized what he’d said.
“Yeah.” Danny examined a cherry tomato and then popped it into his mouth. “The lady at the kite store thought Jenna was my mother. I was going to tell her that Jenna’s my friend, but I didn’t want to embarrass her.”
“Who?” asked Brett. “The kite store lady or Jenna?”
Danny gave him a disbelieving look. “The kite store lady. Jenna didn’t mind.” He grinned at her. “Did you?”
Jenna shook her head and turned to Brett. “Are you sure he’s only eight years old?”
Brett joined in the good-natured banter. “I’m beginning to wonder. Maybe I should check his birth certificate.”
Danny wasn’t easily dissuaded. “You didn’t mind, did you Jenna?” he seemed to be holding his breath, waiting for her reply.
“Of course not.” Jenna tousled his hair. “If I ever had a son, I’d want him to be exactly like you.”
Danny looked from Jenna to his father, then back again. “And if I ever have another mother, I want her to be like you.”
Jenna laughed to break the tension. “That’s because I’m such a pushover. Next thing I know, you’ll be expecting pancakes tomorrow morning.”
“You said twice a week.” He sent a sideways glance in his father’s direction. “And she bought pancake syrup at the store today. I saw.”
“Busted.” Jenna rose and started to clear the table. “I also bought laundry soap, so if you guys have stuff you need washed, put it in the laundry hamper tonight, okay?”
Brett remained at the breakfast nook after Danny had run off. “You handled that well,” he said, arranging the carrot sticks in a cross-hatch pattern on the plate. “Danny didn’t mean anything by it.”
“I know,” she said easily. “I think he’s just happy with all the attention he’s getting.” She slapped at his fingers, then drew her hand back, embarrassed. “Sorry. See, I told you... I have no idea how a housekeeper’s supposed to act, but I don’t think slapping her employer is one of her duties.”
“You’re doing fine,” he said softly. “Mrs. Jessup was an excellent housekeeper, but I just realized I never felt relaxed in my own home when she was here.”
“Really?” Jenna stopped to examine him. “You look pretty relaxed now.”
“I am,” he said. “Let’s make some tea and sit out on the patio. And while we’re being honest, I didn’t really enjoy that jasmine tea last night. I prefer Orange Pekoe.”
Jenna smiled to herself. “Honest is good. I’ll be out in a minute. What do you take in it?”
“Just some milk.”
* * *
BRETT’S FINGERS BRUSHED against hers as he accepted the mug of tea. Jenna wasn’t sure if the contact was intentional, but prickles of awareness danced up her arms at his touch.
“I forgot Danny’s birthday last year,” he said, wrapping both hands around the mug. It was unusual behaviour for such a warm evening, but perhaps the memory chilled him. “Fortunately my mother called from Calgary, but he knew I’d forgotten all the same.”
“He mentioned that.” Nothing she said could make it worse, and she didn’t want to hold anything back. “What’s your mother like?”
He didn’t have to think long. “She’s very independent. I was surprised that she decided to stay in Calgary after Dad died. They’d been together forever, and I always thought he was the strong one, but she’s proven that she can take care of herself.” His gaze drifted around the yard for a moment. “She told me later that she’d considered moving out here, but decided against it because she didn’t want to become a clingy grandmother... her words. Besides, her friends are in Calgary, and several of them are widows now. They travel together.” He glanced up quickly. “I hope you get to meet her.”
“She sounds a bit intimidating.”
He looked up. “Does she? Oh, I guess you’re referring to the part where she straightened me out when I was drinking. Let’s just say she loves her grandson and would do anything for him. Speaking of which, what was your idea for his birthday?”
Jenna told him about the kite festival. “But I know we have to work around your schedule. That’s why I haven’t said anything to Danny.”
Brett didn’t answer right away. “This is good,” he said, drinking some tea. “Not too strong.”
They sat together in companionable silence for several minutes, enjoying the aerobatics of some swallows in the back yard.
He continued the conversation a few moments later. “I talked to the chief surgeon today and told him that I’d like to cut back on my workload so I can spend more time with Danny. He thought that was a good idea.” He gave a soft chuckle. “I wasn’t sure if I should be insulted or relieved.”
Jenna held up her hands. “Don’t look at me. You already know what I think.”
He laughed again. “Anyway, I have four days off that weekend, and Parksville sounds like a wonderful way to spend Danny’s birthday. I have a friend who owns a condo up there, right on the beach. He loans it out when he’s not using it. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” He pushed himself upright, his enthusiasm growing. “This will be the first holiday we’ve had in a couple of years. I’m already looking forward to it.”
“NICE WORK TODAY.” ROD slipped into the elevator beside Brett just as the doors were closing. The anaesthetist was frequently assigned to work with Brett; they appreciated each other’s work.
“Thanks.” Brett checked his cell, but there were no messages. What did he expect? As far as he knew, she had no reason to message him.
“Going to the picnic on the weekend?” Rod’s comment cut through his daydreaming.
“Picnic?”
“Yeah, the hospital employee’s picnic. It’s for the kids, mainly.”
Brett scoured his memory. “I don’t recall hearing anything about it.”
“Danny would enjoy it. Games for the kids, races, hot dogs. You know the drill. They do a nice job of it.” The elevator doors opened and Rod held them. “It’s at Thetis Lake, if you can make it.”
Brett nodded. “Thanks, I’ll look into it.” He wandered in the direction of ER and found it in one of the quiet periods that happened several times a day. He ducked into the staff room, hoping to find his friend Stella.
“She’s on the floor somewhere. Can I help you?” One of the new male nurses recognized him.
Brett turned to the bulletin board. “I was hoping to find a notice about the staff picnic on the weekend.” He scanned the notices, spotted it, and removed the tacks. “I’ll get this copied and bring it right back.”
The nurse nodded.
Stella found him waiting. “Here, I’ll do that for you,” she said, stepping around a distraught mother who was giving her information to the admitting nurse. She handed him the copy and walked back to the staff room beside him.
“Would Danny enjoy this?” he asked, waving the paper.
“I think so. My kids have gone the past couple of years. Just remember to bring his bathing suit and beach towel. Maybe even a change of clothes.”
“I’ll mention it to Jenna.” He liked the way that sounded.
“Who’s Jenna?” Stella was nothing if not direct.
“Oh.” Brett felt heat rise into his cheeks. “She’s our new housekeeper.”
“Really?” Stella maintained a bland expression. “Then by all means, bring her along.”
* * *
FOR THE FIRST TIME in ages, Brett looked forward to getting home after work. In just a few days, he’d settled into a relaxing after-work routine. Full of stories about his daily activities, Danny would race down the stairs to greet his father. With Jenna putting the final touches on dinner, he would listen to Danny’s stories, glancing up from time to time to see Jenna smile at the boy’s frequent exaggerations. Brett didn’t feel the need for a drink anymore, but he enjoyed the quiet time shared with the new housekeeper. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this content.
“The police called today,” she said when they were by themselves. “They wanted to let me know that they’d found some of my things in a second-hand store over in Esquimalt. Unfortunately, if I want them back, I have to buy them, but it was nice of the police to let me know.”
Brett eyed her carefully. “Do you want me to get them back for you?”
Jenna shook her head. “Thanks for offering, but no.” Her gentle smile touched his heart. “If they’d found my camera, that would be different, but in the meantime, I’ve been getting some great shots with my little camera.” She toyed with her glass. “Will I be coming with you to the picnic? I heard you tell Danny about it.”
“Of course!” He thought back to his conversation with Stella. “Some of my friends at the hospital are already looking forward to meeting you.” He rose and held out a hand. “Whatever you’re cooking for dinner smells great, and I’m starving.”
“It’s just meat loaf.”
“My favourite.” He called upstairs. “Danny! Come on, dinner’s ready.”
* * *
“DAMN.” BRETT DISCONNECTED the phone. “One of my patients is in emergency with a ruptured gall bladder, and I’m on call.” He looked from Jenna to Danny. “Can you two go to the picnic without me? These procedures don’t take too long nowadays. I should catch up with you in an hour or two.”
Jenna stepped in and put an arm around Danny’s shoulders before he could upset his father. “We’ll be fine, won’t we Danny? I’ll just go out and move Danny’s stuff over to my car.”
* * *
“DARNED HOSPITAL!” DANNY glared at the building as they drove by on the highway.
“Danny! That’s not a nice thing to say.” Jenna softened her tone. “A ruptured gall bladder can lead to all sorts of serious complications.”
He glanced at her sideways, his expression one of disbelief. “You’re just saying that.”
Jenna clamped her mouth shut, then thought better of it. She couldn’t allow Danny to think that she’d lied to him.
“Young man.” His head snapped around at her tone. “I have never lied to you, and I never will.”
Danny shrank down in the passenger seat.
“I don’t like what you said just now, but I’m willing to forgive it because I know you’re disappointed. Believe me, your father is probably saving that man’s life right now.”
“Really?” he asked, his interest piqued.
“Yes, really.” Jenna loosened her angry grip on the steering wheel. “My dad had problems with his gall bladder and needed that same operation, so I know what I’m talking about.” She took a deep breath. “Your father is a highly skilled surgeon, Danny. People rely on him, and there are always going to be times when he gets called away. He’d much rather be with you, but it’s his job. He’s been looking forward to this picnic all week.”
“He has?”
Jenna decided to leave it at that. “Yes, he has.” She turned on her signal and slowed. “Looks like we’re here.”
Jenna and Danny checked in at a reception table and were given name badges. The woman looked past them. “Brett didn’t come?”
“He was called in,” said Jenna. “He’ll be here as soon as he can.”
The woman studied Jenna with sly, inquisitive eyes. “And you are?”
Jenna sensed some underlying agenda. “Jenna,” she said, tapping her name badge. “I’m Brett’s housekeeper.”
A flicker of what looked like relief crossed the other woman’s face. “Well then,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Enjoy yourself.”
Jenna turned to find that Danny had already been absorbed into a group of children. She searched for a shady spot close to the water so she could keep an eye on him.
“Hi!” A tall woman approached. “You must be Jenna.”
“How did you...” Jenna looked down at her name badge. “Oh, right.”
“No.” The woman lifted her chin in Danny’s direction. “I recognized Danny, and figured you must be Jenna. Brett told me about you.”
“He did?” Jenna found herself blushing. “He was called in.”
“Isn’t that always the way.” The woman linked her arm through Jenna’s. “I’m Stella, by the way. Brett and I worked together in ER many years ago, and we’ve remained friends.” She motioned to a grouping of chairs down by the water. “You’ll want to sit with us. We always grab that spot under the trees so we can keep an eye on the kids.”
“I was wondering about that.” Jenna looked back over her shoulder at the reception table. “What’s up with her?”
Stella laughed and several of the women looked up. “We call her the bitch.”
“I can understand why,” Jenna muttered under her breath.
Stella gave her a quick squeeze. “Oh, girl. You’re gonna fit right in with us. Her name is Deanna and she works in Admin. She’s been after Brett pretty well since his wife died.”
“Euuw. That’s nasty.”
“I know. That’s what we thought. As far as any of us can tell, he’s not interested in her, but she talks as if they’re together.” She stopped. “Sorry. This must seem awfully gossipy, but I wanted you to know.”
Jenna nodded. “Thanks. Now I’m beginning to understand why she seemed relieved when I told her I’m Brett’s housekeeper.”
“Yes, well there’s a first time for everything.” Stella’s smile held a secret.
“What?”
“Nobody, and I mean nobody has ever brought their housekeeper to the picnic before.” Stella stood back and examined Jenna from her hair to her painted toenails. “This is going to be good.” She grabbed Jenna’s arm again and dragged her to the group of women. “We have lots of cold drinks, so help yourself.”
Jenna settled into her folding chair and was soon made to feel at home. She sat back and listened to the chatter, which seemed to be split between the hospital and their children. “Oh,” said one of the women, jumping up. “Time for the three-legged race. Come on, Jenna. I see Danny getting paired up with one of mine.”
Jenna grabbed her camera and made a quick decision to stand at the finish line. Brenda agreed, and did enough cheering for both of them as their duo stumbled across the line.
“Did you see me, Jenna?” Danny and Brandon had come in second.
“I did,” she said. “You were wonderful.”
“Here, hold my ribbon,” he said, and was off with his new friend.
“You’re crying,” said Brenda on the way back to join the other women.
“Sorry.” Jenna smiled through the tears as she brushed them away. “I’m just happy.”
Brenda slowed. “You have a strange way of showing it.”
Jenna saw nothing but kindness in the other woman’s eyes. “I went through a rough time before I ended up at Brett’s place.” She turned to look for Danny and spotted him at the ring toss. “And now look at me. I get to take care of the most wonderful little boy in the world.” She checked the photos of the three-legged race. “Not bad. I should get one of them at the ring toss as well.”
Brenda stepped back and her fingers flew to her mouth. “I just figured out who you are. You’re a photographer.” Jenna could see her sorting through her memories. “Didn’t I see your work in a gallery down on Front Street one time?”
“I was in a show there, yes.” It seemed like a different lifetime.
“Your stuff was really good. So what happened?”
Jenna appreciated the woman’s direct approach and decided to reciprocate in kind. “I was with a guy who stole everything from me. Bank account, furniture, personal stuff. That was bad, but the worst was losing my cameras.” She waved the small digital camera. “This is all I have left, and it’s nowhere near professional grade.”
“Ouch.” Brenda looked at her with respect. “And now you’re Brett’s housekeeper.”
Jenna gave a little snort. “I’m not much of a housekeeper, but we seem to be getting on okay. Danny and I really hit it off, and that’s his main concern... someone to be with Danny.” A soft smile drifted over her face. “It’s definitely not a hardship.”
“You must be anxious to get back to your photography.”
Jenna hesitated. “It’s something I love doing, but I’ve promised to stay with Danny for the rest of the summer, at least.” Her eyes sought him out. “Although I might regret it later on.”
“Why?”
Jenna shrugged in an attempt to hide the depth of her feelings. “I really like the little kid. I’m going to miss him like crazy.”
“He’s cute alright.” Brenda’s eyes sparkled. “And his father’s not bad, either.”
“Oh... well...” Jenna felt the familiar blush creep up her neck. “I guess so.”
“Speak of the devil, look who just arrived.” Brenda nodded toward the unmanned reception table. Brett stood there, searching the table for his name badge. Dressed in faded jeans and a denim shirt with rolled-up sleeves, he made her breath catch in her throat. He was about to step away from the table when Deanna rushed up and produced his badge.
“Looks like she was holding on to it,” said Brenda through clenched teeth.
Deanna removed the backing and was attempting to stick it on Brett’s shirt, but he backed away and put his hand out for the badge. She managed to look affronted, but he was already scanning the crowd as he slapped the badge on his shirt.
Brenda disappeared and suddenly Jenna was standing alone in the sunshine. Brett spotted her and stepped away from Deanna. His long strides ate up the space between them and then he was standing in front of her, a silly grin lighting his face.
“Everything went okay?” she asked, searching for signs of stress.
“Yes. He’ll be fine.” He looked around. “Where are you sitting?”
Jenna nodded to the group of women. “Over there with Stella and her friends. I think the men are playing horseshoes or something.”
They turned to find every woman in the group grinning at them.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” said Jenna breathlessly. “I think they’re going to take a break for swimming in a few minutes and Danny wants to show you how well he’s doing.”
He smiled down into her eyes. “Let’s wander over to the ring toss and let him know I’m here. He’s having so much fun he didn’t even notice me.”
“Daddy!” Danny waved but didn’t leave his position. “Did Jenna show you my ribbon?”
“She sure did. Well done.” He shot Jenna a questioning look.
“Second place for the three-legged race,” she murmured. “He ran with Brenda’s son.”
“That was fun.” Danny came up to them a few moments later, defeated but happy. “Nick says he has one of those at home.” He looked up at his father hopefully. “If we had one, we could play it in the back yard after dinner some times.”
“That’s true.” Brett glanced at Jenna. “But we can’t buy everything we see. If we did that, there’d be no room for us.”
Danny tried to hide his smile. “You’re silly,” he announced with a roll of his eyes, then turned to Jenna. “You’ve got my bathing suit, right?”
“If you put it in your backpack, I’ve got it.” Jenna had seen him load up his pack.
“Good. Swimming is next.” Danny tugged at her hand to get her moving, then ran ahead. “I want you and Daddy to watch.”
“Is it like this all the time?” asked Brett. “He’s like a little dynamo.”
“Pretty well,” said Jenna. “But you get used to it. Just think, we’ll have him for the whole weekend next week.”
Brett came out with a fake groan. “What have I done?” But he smiled down at her as they sauntered toward Danny’s backpack.
* * *
“DID YOU SEE THAT?” Brenda ran back to the group of women. “The way he looked at her?”
“I know.” Stella watched Brett and Jenna walk toward them. “Feels like high school, but in a good way.” Brett leaned down to say something to Jenna and his lips appeared to brush her hair. “Deanna is having a fit.”
“I just hope she doesn’t try to make trouble. If anyone deserves happiness, it’s Brett.”
Brenda raised an eyebrow. “I talked to Jenna for a couple of minutes and she could use a break, too. Shhh, here they come...”
“DADDY?” IT WAS UNUSUAL for Danny to go to bed without being asked, but tonight he was so tired he could hardly keep his eyes open.
“Yes, Son?” Brett pushed back a lock of hair from his forehead.
“I said something bad to Jenna today.”
Brett stilled. He hadn’t noticed any tension between Danny and Jenna. “Do you want to tell me about it?”
Danny pushed down the blanket and sat up in bed. “It was when you had to go to the hospital. Jenna told me it was important, and I said she was just saying that.”
A sharp intake of breath was Brett’s only reaction.
“She got mad at me, and I don’t blame her.”
“What did she say?”
Tears shimmered in Danny’s eyes. “She told me she’d never lie to me, and that your job is important. Her father had that badder thing.”
Brett’s mouth twitched. “Gall bladder.”
“Yeah, that. Anyway, I feel badly about it, even though she told me she forgives me.”
“Do you want me to ask her to come up here?”
“Would you?”
Jenna stepped tentatively into Danny’s room. Brett was standing at the foot of the bed, but she focused her attention on Danny. “You wanted to see me?”
“I’m sorry for what I said.” He glanced toward his father, then back.
Jenna sat down on the edge of the bed and looked into the eyes of the little boy who’d become so important to her. He’d been crying and if she wasn’t careful, she’d cry herself.
“Come here,” she said, opening her arms. Danny crawled across the bed and gave her a fierce hug. “Just remember I’ll never lie to you,” she murmured into his silky hair. “Never.”
“I love you, Jenna.”
“And I love you, Danny. Don’t ever forget that.” Her eyes went to the ribbons already proudly displayed on his bulletin board. “Did you have fun today?”
“Yes.” He nodded his head vigorously.
Jenna smiled. “Your father has something to tell you about your birthday.”
Tears wells up in Danny’s eyes as he looked at his father. “I’ll understand if you have to work.”
Brett came around to stand behind Jenna. “No, that’s not it. I’m taking the weekend off, and Jenna and I are taking you to Parksville for the Kite Festival. We’re going to stay right on the beach.”
“Really?” Danny’s face was incandescent. He jumped up and flung himself into his father’s arms. “That will be so cool.”
Brett looked at Jenna. “We think so. Now get under the covers. You’ve had a long day.”
“Okay. Good night, Daddy.”
“Good night, Danny.”
“Goodnight, Jenna.”
“Good night, sweet boy.”
Danny snuggled down and immediately fell asleep.
“I had to make a decision right away on how to handle it,” said Jenna as they walked down the stairs.
“I think you handled it just right.” Brett opened the kitchen cupboards, looking for the teapot. “There’s a big difference between being spoiled with toys and learning to be respectful.”
Jenna filled the kettle and set it on the stove. “That’s what I think, too, but I didn’t realize it was bothering him.”
Brett got out teabags and set them beside the teapot. Mugs followed. “It didn’t do him any harm to be scolded, and I’m fairly sure he won’t forget the lesson.”
Within minutes, they were sitting on the patio, tea mugs in hand. A candle burned in a filigreed holder, sending irregular shadows flickering across their faces.
“This is getting to be a habit,” she said, smiling into her mug.
“A nice habit.” He looked over at her. “Did you enjoy yourself today?”
Her reply was immediate. “Yes, I did. I wasn’t sure how to proceed at first, but Stella included me in their group and they made me feel welcome.”
“She’s good people. We’ve known each other for years.”
“So she said.” Jenna hesitated. “Is there much socializing involved with your job? Hospital functions and the like?”
He stared at the flickering light, but she could tell he didn’t see it. “Just one more this summer that I know of. It’s our annual fundraising event.” He took a swallow of tea. “Reminds me, I should get out my tux and make sure it’s clean.”
“Tuxedo? Sounds impressive.”
He grinned. “Not really. They like the surgical staff to be there to mix with the donors. A good strategy, I suppose, but it makes me feel like I’m on display.”
“When is that?”
“The week after Danny’s birthday.”
Jenna made a mental note. “I’ll remind you about your tux when we get back from Parksville.”
“Speaking of reminders. I spoke to Scotty today, and he’s bringing the keys and directions to his place tomorrow. He says it has a fully furnished kitchen, but I told him we’d probably eat out most of the time, or get stuff brought in. After all, this is supposed to be a holiday.”
Jenna turned to him so she could judge his reaction. “Do you mind if I make Danny’s birthday cake?”
He reached out and touched her hand briefly. It was a gentle, instinctive gesture, but she was glad she was sitting down. “Danny would love that, but please don’t feel you have to.”
“No, I want to. I was looking at cake recipes in one of the cook books and came across one for spice cake with whipped banana filling between the layers. Danny came in and we agreed that it sounded delicious. I thought I might try it while we’re at Parksville. You two can have some ‘guy’ time while I make it.” She tapped a finger against her mug. “I mustn’t forget to put candles on my list.” She glanced over at him. “Are we going to get him any gifts?”
He grinned. “I like the way you say ‘we’.”
“I’m sorry...”
“No, I like it.” He drank the remainder of his tea and stared into the empty mug. “I haven’t given it much thought, but I don’t think we should get him too much. It’s tempting to spoil him, especially in light of that fact that I’ve been mostly absent for the past couple of years, but if I’m going to spoil him I’d rather do it by spending time with him than by buying him gifts.” He looked up. “Does that make sense?”
“It makes perfect sense.” Jenna thought for a moment. “But we have to have some sort of gifts. How about a new computer game and that ring toss thing? You could play out in the back yard with him, like he said.”
“Can you round those up?”
“Of course. I’ll buy them tomorrow while he’s at his swimming class and wrap them tomorrow night after he goes to bed. We leave the next day.”
“I know.” He gave his head a small shake. “Eight years old. Where has the time gone?”
THE LUXURIOUS BEACH home was set about fifty feet back from a jumbled row of logs tossed there by the high tide. On a slight rise, the home commanded a breathtaking view of the sparkling waters of the Strait of Georgia, with the Coast Mountains of the mainland rising in the distance.
“I checked the tide tables,” said Jenna, standing on the weathered wooden deck. “It was low tide about an hour ago.” The amount of exposed beach in this area could be half a mile or more.
“Can I, Daddy?” Danny had run down through the wild sea grass and was now back on the deck, eagerly removing his sand-filled shoes.
“Sounds like a good idea.” Brett peered into the distance, where the water slowly crept back toward the shore. He looked at Jenna, who smiled and nodded. “Jenna and I will follow; don’t get too far ahead.”
Jenna kicked off her shoes and then walked down the stairs that stretched the width of the deck. Piles of shells sat at the end of each step, bleached by the sun. The warm sand soothed her feet and for a moment she wondered at the luck – good and bad – that had brought her here.
Shoeless, Brett padded up behind her. There was something oddly intimate about standing here with him, even though they were in the open where anyone on the beach could see them.
“A penny for your thoughts.” His husky voice sent tingles of desire racing through her veins.
I want you to hold me, she thought. I want to lean back against you and absorb your strength. I want to tell you how much I’m starting to care for you.
But she couldn’t say any of those things.
“I was just thinking,” she said around the lump in her throat, “that it looks different from here.” She looked back to find him watching her intently.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve driven through the little town,” she said, gesturing vaguely to the left. “I went down to the park and walked on the beach, but this is... I don’t know how to explain it... I feel as though we’re the only ones for miles. There aren’t even any footprints on the sand.” She smiled up at him. “Except Danny’s, of course.”
“I know what you mean,” he said, nodding toward his son who was crouched down examining something in the sand. “We only just got here and already I’m dreading the thought of leaving on Monday.” He acknowledged an excited wave from Danny. “Come on, let’s go out there and enjoy it.”
Warm water swirled around their feet as the tide came in. As Danny splashed happily in the shallows chasing a school of minnows, Jenna was glad she’d insisted that he put on his bathing suit.
“Why is the water so warm, Daddy?”
“Because the sun has been warming the sand all afternoon, and now the water is coming in over the hot sand.”
“It’s like a bath tub,” he said, walking alongside them for a few seconds until something else caught his attention and he ran off.
Brett reached for her hand. “Thank you for giving me my son back.” There was a catch in his voice.
“You never lost him,” she said softly, giving his hand a light squeeze. “He loves you with all his heart. Much like his mother, I would imagine.”
He came to a sudden stop and released her hand. Something dark flickered over his features and for a moment she thought he might be angry with her. The incoming tide swirled around their feet and lapped at the bottom of their slacks, but neither noticed.
“No,” he said, staring into the distance. “Not like his mother at all.” She hadn’t heard his voice like that before... a heartbreaking combination of anger and sadness. “Danny knows how to campaign for what he wants like any little boy, but at least he does it honestly.”
There was an underlying narrative going on here... something Jenna didn’t know anything about. She remained silent.
He continued walking. “You must be wondering what I’m talking about.” He checked on Danny’s position and Jenna sensed he didn’t want to be overheard. They were closer to the beach house than she realized and he motioned toward the broad steps. “Let’s sit,” he said.
“Do I have to come in now?” Danny called.
“No, Son. But stay where we can see you, okay?”
Brett’s gaze drifted out over the incoming water and settled on the distant mountains. “Arisa was from Thailand,” he said eventually. “Danny’s mother.”
Jenna nodded.
A lopsided grin tugged at his mouth, as though he were trying to find something good to remember. “We met just as I was finishing my residency. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. When she smiled at me, it was as if the sun had come out.” He searched the beach for Danny. “I see that smile every time I look at Danny, but that’s as far as the similarities go.”
He picked up one of the sand dollars from the steps and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger, testing the rough texture.
“It was partly my fault,” he said after a few moments. “I always wanted to be the best possible doctor I could be.” He glanced up quickly. “A lot of people assume we do it for the money, and perhaps some do, but not me. Maybe it was because I knew I had a big inheritance coming that I wanted to prove myself. I wanted to do more than just take up space.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “I’m probably not even making sense.”
“You’re making sense,” she said quietly. “More than you realize.”
“Okay then.” He continued to stare at the sand dollar. “Our life seemed perfect, as least I thought it was. Arisa was a great wife; she ran the household impeccably, and she never complained about my long hours. When Danny came along, I thought my life was complete.” He shook the sand dollar and grains of sand drifted out of the hole in the bottom.
He continued. “She got a lung infection and had to be hospitalized for several weeks. Danny was around five at the time. Anyway, as a result of her being laid up, I had to handle the money for a while, and that was when I realized she’d been sending money to Thailand for several years.” He rose and took several impatient steps around the deck. “I would have given her money to send back if I’d known, but she did it without telling me. She handled all of our day to day finances so I had no inkling of what was going on. When she got home from the hospital and I asked her about it, she denied it at first.” He looked away. “Then she told me what she really wanted. She wanted a divorce and to move back to Thailand. Evidently she’d been corresponding with a man there... someone she’d known before.” He sat down heavily and hung his head between his knees. “Maybe if I hadn’t been so focused on work... if I’d spent more time at home... I’ve asked myself all those questions a million times, but I’ll never know.”
“What about Danny?” Jenna didn’t want to interrupt, but she couldn’t bear not knowing. “Did she want to take him back with her?”
Brent shook his head. “I don’t know. The night she told me about going back was the night we went out to that dinner party. Custody issues didn’t come up, but I would have fought for him, and I’m fairly sure I would have won.”
“I’m sorry, Brett.” Jenna didn’t know what else to say.
He nodded absently. “How can you live with someone for five years and not know what’s in their heart? How could I have been so blind?”
Jenna had asked herself the same question many times this past couple of weeks. But this wasn’t about her.
“One thing I’ve learned,” she said, nodding to herself, “is that we don’t really know what’s going on in someone else’s head.” She chanced a sideways look at Brett, who was still staring at the deck beneath his feet. “Or their heart, but I can almost guarantee you one thing.” He turned his head. “She loved you, Brett. I don’t quite know how to say this, so I’ll be blunt. You’re an insanely attractive man. You have a good job and you have money; that counts for a lot with some people, but you’re much more than that. You’re a good person.” She shrugged. “So you got a little off track with Danny recently, but you never stopped loving him. You stopped loving yourself, and he suffered the consequences.” He was looking at her oddly, but she didn’t regret speaking. “But I’m sure Arisa loved you, at least in the beginning.”
“That’s what she said.” His voice was hoarse. “The man she’d been corresponding with had been her childhood sweetheart and she’d thought he was married. But he tracked her down and... well, you can figure out the rest.”
“Thank goodness Danny didn’t have to experience a divorce. I don’t think his little heart would have survived.” Jenna realized how this must have sounded. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, but he has loving memories of his mother, and that’s so important.” She offered a tentative smile. “You’ve done that part right. And speaking of Danny, here he comes.”
Danny arrived on the deck with an armful of driftwood. He’d chosen uniquely shaped small pieces, having been inspired by a hanging he’d spotted two houses down the beach.
“We make holes in these,” he explained, arranging and re-arranging them on the deck. “And put a string through them and hang them up. It looks nice, Daddy, it really does.”
“I can see that it would.” Brett sorted through the remaining pieces. “We should be able to find some string, but I’m not sure about making the holes.”
“I saw a workbench in the garage,” said Jenna. “Maybe your friend has a drill. In the meantime, I’m going to organize dinner. Is spaghetti okay for you guys?”
“Sounds good,” said Brett, not raising his head. “Danny and I will be around.”
As Jenna was slathering garlic butter on French bread she heard the high-pitched whine of a drill. Good, they’d found a way to make holes. She’d spotted a low-hanging tree branch off to the side of the house where a mobile made of driftwood would show beautifully. The notion of Brett and Danny working together on it brought a smile to her face and she realized that in spite of the uncertainties in her life, she was happier than she’d been for a long time.
But this happiness wouldn’t last forever. She knew that, and suddenly the day lost some of its sparkle. This little interlude in her life would be over when Danny went back to school. The thought was enough to bring tears to her eyes, but she refused to give in. The best course of action would be to remind herself – at least once a day – that this was only a temporary job. That had been the agreement, and what she wanted... wasn’t it?
“SEE?” DANNY CAME INTO the kitchen, proudly holding the mobile. “What do you think?”
Jenna’ managed to hide her surprise. She’d expected some pieces of wood dangling on a string, but Danny’s creation revealed artistic talent. “It’s very attractive,” she said. “How did you...” She examined it more closely. “Oh, I see. You tied knots to hold the pieces of wood in place.” They appeared to float on the string. “Let me go get my camera and I can take a picture of you holding it.”
They went outside and she took several shots of Danny proudly displaying his new creation. “You could hang it over there,” she said, indicating the low-hanging branch. “What do you think?”
“That would be perfect.” Brett’s voice surprised her and she turned to see him lounging against the doorway, watching them. “As long as Danny approves.”
Danny shrugged, evidently more interested in collecting and assembling than choosing a display spot. “Is it okay if I look for more driftwood?”
“It’s up to Jenna.” Brett smiled down at her. “Can dinner wait?”
“Sure,” she said, and Danny ran off. “I was going to ask you if you’d like a drink.”
“I’m not sure what Scotty has in the house...”
“I brought some Calvados for you and some soft drinks.”
“Then that sounds wonderful.” He pulled a couple of Adirondack chairs out into the middle of the deck. “We can watch Danny from here.”
Unsure what to expect, Jenna was silent when she handed him the glass.
He took a large swallow. “Thank you for bringing this,” he said, swirling the remaining liquid. “For someone who doubted their qualifications to be a housekeeper, you’re doing remarkably well.”
Jenna tried not to let on that his comment hurt. Was he trying to warn her off? Trying to pull back after their earlier closeness? Or was she reading too much into a simple compliment?
He set down his glass very carefully on the flat arm of the chair and allowed his head to fall back. Did he have any idea how appealing he was, sitting there with his long legs stretched out, bare feet dusted with a few remaining grains of sand?
“But then you’ve become so much more than a housekeeper, haven’t you?”
Startled, she looked over at him. His eyes were closed.
“When you came into our house that first night, I had no idea how much you’d change our lives, how much we’d come to rely on you.”
He rolled his head toward her, and in the light of the late afternoon, his eyes were almost black. “I’ve never told anyone about what happened with Arisa,” he said softly. “Nobody.” He picked up his glass and emptied it. “Thank you for listening.”
“I don’t know what to say.” Jenna’s voice was barely more than a whisper. “But I’m glad I was here to listen.”
“After that, I promised myself no one would ever hurt me again.” A smile hovered over his features, but couldn’t find a place to land. “And I’ve done pretty well. I haven’t let anyone get too close.” He turned and studied her as though memorizing her features. “So if I seem distant sometimes, I hope you’ll understand.”
“I understand,” she murmured, fighting the tremor in her voice. She understood that she’d come dangerously close to giving away her feelings. The notion that she’d almost ruined everything left her trembling, and a small but insistent headache began to build in her temples.
She rose abruptly, almost spilling her can of soda in her haste. “You know,” she said, forcing herself to speak lightly, “I’m getting a headache. If you don’t mind, I think I’ll go to my room.” She stumbled toward the French doors, blinking back tears of frustration and embarrassment. “You can cook the pasta, can’t you? The garlic bread is in the oven and the spaghetti sauce is on the stove. There’s nothing to it.” She was babbling, but all she could think of was that she needed to get away from those knowing eyes. She would not let him see her fall apart.
“Jenna.” He was standing behind her, but she refused to turn around. “Have I done something wrong?”
She pressed her fingers against her temple to hide her eyes. “Not at all,” she said, keeping her tone even. “I just need to lie down.” Without looking back, she headed for the bedroom she’d chosen earlier. She wouldn’t be able to sleep, but she desperately needed the time alone to pull herself together.
She woke up a couple of hours later. Rolling over, she looked through a crack in the bedroom curtains. The back of the house faced the dense forest, but judging by the pale light, it was probably around seven. So much for not sleeping.
Calmer now, she stared at the ceiling and replayed her earlier conversation with Brett. His willingness to confide in her – and no one else – was a great compliment. In a couple of short weeks he’d come to trust her, and for that she was thankful. It wasn’t his fault that she’d misinterpreted his trust for affection. She let out a strangled laugh when she thought how close she’d come to saying something foolish. When had she forgotten that this was a job? If she lost the job because of a one-sided crush, then she would have only herself to blame. Hopefully Brett believed her little fib about the headache and had managed dinner without her.
She swung her feet out of bed and padded over to the ensuite bathroom.
“Don’t blow this,” she said to the reflection in the mirror. “He doesn’t feel the same about you, so get back on your feet and on with your life.”
But surely she wasn’t the only one who felt the spark between them every time they touched.
“Stop this nonsense,” she scowled into the mirror. “It’s all in your imagination. He’s not interested.”
The woman who looked back didn’t believe a word of it.
* * *
“ARE YOU SURE SHE’S okay? Maybe I should knock on her door.” It was the third time Danny had asked about Jenna. “She always eats with us.”
Brett glanced toward the back of the house. He had no idea what had happened earlier, but he was willing to give Jenna some space. “She’ll come out when she’s ready,” he assured Danny. “How did you like your spaghetti?”
Danny shrugged. “Okay, I guess. It doesn’t taste the same without Jenna here.”
And that was the whole problem, thought Brett. It had taken so little time for the three of them to become a family of sorts. Not for the first time, he wondered about asking her to stay longer. But she’d made it clear that being a housekeeper wasn’t her career of choice, and if she stayed on now, that would only be delaying the pain of her departure.
He paused, a forkful of spaghetti halfway to his mouth. Pain for whom? For Danny? For Jenna? Or for him?
These days he enjoyed coming downstairs in the morning... almost as much as he enjoyed coming home after work at night. His before-dinner drink with Jenna had quickly become part of their routine, but he had to admit that their after-dinner cup of tea was his favourite part of the day. They rarely discussed anything momentous, but it was in those quiet moments, after Danny was in bed and supposedly asleep, that Brett had found a new peace. It was a peace he’d never shared with Arisa, and it startled him to recognize that fact.
“How was the spaghetti?” Brett’s reverie was interrupted by Jenna, who stood smiling in the doorway. “Sorry about the headache.”
“It wasn’t the same without you.” Danny’s fork clattered in his plate and he wiped his mouth vigorously. “But it was good. Is there anything for dessert?”
Jenna tousled his hair affectionately. “Ice cream with chocolate sauce. How does that sound?”
“Yummy.” His bright little eyes regarded her cautiously. “Are we going to the kite festival tomorrow? Daddy says we won’t go if you’re sick.”
“Of course we’ll go.” Jenna chanced a look in Brett’s direction as she got out the ice cream. “Your dad and I brought you here just for that. Maybe we’ll have breakfast at a restaurant in town. I was reading about one that’s famous for their pancakes.” She placed a bowl of ice cream in front of Danny and made a show of smacking her lips. “I think I might have some of that.”
Brett jumped up. “We saved you some spaghetti.” He opened a pot and looked inside. “We mixed the sauce in with the pasta so it wouldn’t stick together.”
Jenna looked around and spotted a microwave. “Maybe later,” she said with a smile. She still hadn’t sat down. “I think I’ll eat my ice cream out on the deck.”
“Do you mind if I join you?” He reached into the cupboard for two more bowls. “While you were sleeping, I was thinking how much I enjoy our evening cup of tea.”
“Hmmm,” she said, spooning ice cream into the bowls. As she took the tub of ice cream back to the freezer, Brett squeezed chocolate syrup. It was amazing how easily they’d developed an easy rhythm in the kitchen.
When she turned back, he handed her one of the bowls. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s join Danny on the deck.”
“What did you do while I was having a nap?” Jenna asked. The three of them were sitting on the lower step, wiggling their toes in the sand.
“Not much. Daddy mostly sat in the chair back there and looked at the scenery.” Danny wrinkled his nose. “He was kinda quiet.”
“Tell Jenna about the cruise ship.”
“Oh, yeah.” Danny pointed into the distance. “I saw a big white ship. It went past that island, then we saw it again between those two islands.” His chest swelled up. “I saw it first, didn’t I, Daddy?”
Brett smiled indulgently. “Yes, you did.” He turned to Jenna. “I got out Scotty’s binoculars, but it was too far away to make out the name. It was one of those new big ones, though.” He looked into his bowl. “Someone ate my ice cream.”
Jenna smiled. “Mine, too.”
Brett stood up and reached for her bowl. “I’ll take it in and make us some tea.” He paused. “That is, if you want some.”
“That would be nice,” she said.
“I collected more driftwood,” said Danny once his father had gone back into the house. “Do you want to see?”
“You’ve been busy. Yes, I’d like to see it.”
“You wait there. I’ll bring it to you.”
Within minutes, the two of them were examining Danny’s new collection, deciding which pieces would make the most attractive hangings.
“You’re really good at this,” she said, observing as he switched positions on some of the pieces. His re-arrangement was more pleasing to the eye.
“Daddy says I inherited my Mommy’s artistic talent.”
“You’re lucky.”
He gave her an odd look. “You’re artistic too, Jenna. You just don’t use a paintbrush like Mommy. You use a camera.”
“Why thank you, young Mr. Carmichael. That’s a very kind thing to say.” She looked up to see Brett standing in the open doorway, watching them.
“Daddy says that a photographer like you tells stories with their pictures. I never really thought about it much before.”
She looked up again but Brett had gone back into the house. When he reappeared, he was carrying a tray with the tea. He’d also managed to find some chocolate chip cookies she’d forgotten about. Danny’s eyes lit up.
“Two cookies and then to bed with you, young man.” Jenna’s heart swelled when she heard the affection in Brett’s voice. If nothing else, he had re-established his connection with his son. She didn’t believe in fate, but just this once, she couldn’t help but wonder if meeting Danny was part of her destiny. Perhaps that was nonsense, but seeing him with his father was a reward far greater than anything she could have wished for.
It would have to do.
“THIS IS GOOD,” SAID Jenna, wrapping her hands around the mug. Danny had gone to bed and they were sitting in the chairs.
“I brought out one of the throws from the living room if you’re getting cold.”
Brett started to rise, but she stopped him. “I’m okay, Brett, really. It was just a headache.”
“All right.” He sat back and looked into the gathering darkness. “I hope you don’t mind that I talked to Danny about your photography. I decided to take your advice and talk to him about his mother.” A wry smile curled up the corner of his mouth. “It’s hard sometimes, supporting his love for his mother, and yet I know it’s the right thing to do.” He shot her a quick glance. “He’s bound to have his share of heartbreak as he grows older, so it seems to me it’s the least I can do to give him the gift of this unblemished memory.”
Jenna nodded her agreement.
“And then somehow we got talking about different types of artistic ability.” He thought for a moment. “Now I remember. I was complimenting him on his mobiles. They really are quite good for a child his age, aren’t they?”
“Yes, and I’ll bet he gets good grades in mathematics. I think it’s something to do with the way he sees things in balance.”
“That makes sense, and yes, he’s quite good at math. I was proud of his mark last year.” Brett’s gaze drifted off again. “I suppose there’s also a certain amount of balance required in composing a photograph.”
“So they say. When I started, I bought all the ‘How-To’ books. Don’t get me wrong, I had a lot to learn about subject placement and composition, but after a while it felt too... I don’t know... too confining. You were right when you told Danny that I prefer to tell a story with my photographs. A certain amount of preparation is necessary of course, but I like to capture my subjects on the spur of the moment. I want them to look natural... surprised, even.” A soft smile lit her face. “Of course I enjoy portrait work as well. Some of my favourite subjects have been children. I’d love to shoot Danny some time.” She turned to find him looking at her. “I’m afraid I have a confession. I’m in love with your son.” She looked away. “I hope I’m not spoiling him.”
“No, I don’t think so, and if it’s any consolation, I think he feels the same about you.” For several long minutes they sat quietly, listening to the lapping sounds of the incoming tide.
Brett spoke first. “What are your plans when you’re back out on your own? Will you try to re-establish your portrait business?”
Jenna hated to admit it, but it was a question she’d been avoiding. She had no real experience in any other type of work, and yet with no money it seemed pointless to even dream of setting up her studio all over again.
But in those quiet moments, when she allowed herself to remember everything she’d lost, she had thought about it. About how she missed the creative aspects. She’d especially enjoyed the darkroom work, and after a short ‘how-to’ course, had become skilled at producing her own black and white prints. There was something soothing about working in a darkroom, where the outcome couldn’t be rushed.
“Jenna?” Brett’s voice brought her back to the present.
“Sorry. I was thinking about working in the darkroom.” She nodded to herself. “But to answer your question, I’ve thought about getting back into business but I don’t know how I’m going to swing it, financially. At least I’m not too old to start over again. I’m fairly confident I can get work in a studio in Victoria somewhere.”
“What if I loaned you the money?”
“What? Oh, no. You couldn’t do that.”
“Why not? It’s my money. And you didn’t even think about it.” He leaned forward. “Tell me you’ll at least think about it. I’ll never be able to thank you sufficiently for making me see how I was treating Danny. Hell, I should give you the money.”
Tempting as it was, she was determined to do it on her own. “Now you’re being silly,” she said, smiling to soften the words.
“Maybe, but picture it... your own studio with a discreet little sign.” He framed an imaginary sign with his hands, then turned to her. “What was the name again?”
“I don’t think I ever told you. It was Luna Vista Photography. Kinda corny, I know, but people seemed to remember it.”
He sat back again. “Luna Vista. I like that.” He drained the rest of his tea and turned thoughtful. “Speaking of telling a story through your pictures, what type of story would you like to tell next?” He gave her a disarming grin. “Say you’re running a moderately successful photography studio and you’re in a position to choose your subject. What would it be?”
“Wow.” Jenna grinned back. “That’s like asking my friend Andrea what type of chocolate she likes... she likes them all. But since you asked... and we both know this is a theoretical question... I’d like to do a photo essay on the homeless in Victoria.”
“The homeless?” His surprise was genuine. “I wouldn’t have guessed that in a million years.”
She turned to face him, but her eyes took on a faraway look. “It’s not an answer I would have given a month ago.” Her throat tightened up and it was a few moments before she could continue.
“Going back to my place and seeing it empty and then realizing what Phil had done was a shock. I didn’t have a lot of fancy stuff, but it was mine... you know?”
Brett nodded.
“So that was a major setback, both financially and to my self-esteem. But when I slept in my car for three nights... basically homeless... my eyes were opened in a way they’d never been before. I sat outside New Beginnings, that’s a fitness studio on Wharf Street. Do you know it?”
“I don’t think so.”
“It doesn’t matter, but I was sitting there and started to really see the street people. I’d never actually seen them before, if you know what I mean. And suddenly I realized that I was only a few dollars away from being like them.” She paused for a moment. “Okay, I know I could have found a job to keep from starving, but I was homeless, just as they were. Sleeping in my car was the most frightening thing I’d ever done and here were these people, some of them living like that permanently. I decided that if I ever got my equipment back, I’d look into photographing them.”
She chanced a look in his direction. “Of course I know you just don’t go up to a homeless person and stick your camera in their face. But if I approached them the right way, I probably wouldn’t get too many refusals. I have no doubt that their stories run the gamut.”
“Victoria isn’t the first place one would think of to do a story on the homeless. Vancouver, maybe, but with Victoria being the Capital city and all...” His voice trailed off.
Jenna lifted her shoulders. “It’s a city. What can I tell you?”
“You’re right, of course. We had our share of homeless come into the ER when I first worked there.” He offered her a sheepish grin. “How soon we forget. Stella would be disappointed to hear me talk like that. She always insisted on treating the homeless the same as everyone else, no exceptions.”
Jenna nodded. “I believe that. I liked her.” She pushed out of the chair and stood looking up at the cloudless sky. “The stars will be bright later on tonight, but I think I’ll go to bed now.”
She turned to find Brett at her elbow. “I’ll probably stay up for a while.” There was something in his voice, but Jenna couldn’t put her finger on it. “I’ll watch for shooting stars, since we’re at the tail end of the Perseid meteor shower. If I see any, shall I make a wish for you?”
She smiled and gave her head a shake. “No thanks, Brett. Make a wish for yourself.”
“I’ll do that. Goodnight, Jenna.”
“Goodnight.” She glanced up into the sky once more, then disappeared through the French doors.
* * *
HIS HEART ACHED AS he watched her walk away. There had been a subtle change in their relationship tonight, but he had no idea what had caused it. She seemed to be slipping away from him and he didn’t know how to get back to their former easy rapport. But one thing he did know was that no matter how much he enjoyed her company, how much he was beginning to care for her, she had made one thing abundantly clear: she had no desire to continue playing the role of housekeeper any longer than necessary. She’d told him that before, but tonight she’d allowed him a glimpse into her dreams.
The question was, did he possess the strength to let her go? Because he wanted a fresh start with this woman; he knew that now. His home had been a convenient place for her to stay, but that was an unhealthy way to start a relationship. Jenna was a proud woman – a trait he respected – and when they finally got together, he wanted her to come to him of her own free will, unencumbered by any financial constraints. He could make that happen... as a matter of fact, he’d already taken the first steps in that direction. But could he go through with it? Such a course of action would break Danny’s heart, and he wasn’t sure how much his could stand, either. But it was the only way. He saw that now.
DANNY SPOTTED THE KITES long before they arrived downtown. “This is going to be so cool,” he said, wide-eyed.
Even with her limited experience, Jenna could see that the sky full of kites represented a wide range of skill levels. Parking was surprisingly well organized and as they made their way down into the park, she checked her small camera once again to ensure that she’d charged it. Today was for Danny and his father; she intended to step back, observe and take pictures.
“What shall we do first?” Brett held Danny’s hand but Jenna could see that the boy was straining to examine the kite-making booth.
“This is Danny’s day,” she said quietly. “Why don’t you two take your time and look around.” She gestured to a picnic table beneath one of the massive cedar trees. “I’m going to wander around and take some pictures then get a cup of coffee and sit over there, where it’s cool.” He started to object, but she touched him briefly on his arm. “Please, Brett. Come back and get me later and we’ll watch the kite flying exhibition together.”
“Are you sure?” He looked into her eyes.
“Yes.” She nodded toward Danny. “Now go.”
Brett allowed himself to be pulled away. When he and Danny reached the large tent where the kite-making demonstration was under way, he chanced a look back at Jenna. Their eyes met and he wondered if he imagined the longing in her eyes. Then, as quickly as it had come, the moment passed and she lowered her head to fiddle with her camera.
* * *
JENNA WANDERED THROUGH the park, pausing at various booths to examine the wares on display. They held little interest for her, but she photographed several as she followed her principal prey. Her goal was to get candid shots of Brett and Danny as they enjoyed the day together.
Observing them through the lens of her camera was easier, somehow. They became her subjects as opposed to the two most important people in her life. Now if only she could continue to look at them like this, perhaps she could get through the next few weeks...
“Are you stalking us?” Brett’s husky voice sent a flush of colour into her cheeks. She’d been focusing on Danny and hadn’t noticed him approaching. “How did you?...” She looked up into his smiling eyes. “I suppose I am,” she conceded, waving the camera. Danny was squatting on the ground, intently observing the finer points of kite-making. “I thought maybe a few shots to remind you of his birthday weekend... the time passes so quickly...” Her excuses sounded feeble even to her own ears.
“Have you had that coffee yet?” If he’d noticed how flustered she was, he chose to ignore it.
“Not yet.”
“Let’s wander over to that food vendor.” He raised his eyebrows. “Trust me, when Danny sees us anywhere near food, he’ll show up soon enough.”
Brett was right. As they were ordering, Danny appeared and asked for a hot dog and a drink from the limited menu.
“Did you see that?” said Danny between bites. “They sell all the parts so you can make your own kites.” He looked expectantly toward his father.
“Sounds interesting,” said Jenna. “How many hours does it take to put them together?”
“Uh... Daddy?”
Brett avoided Jenna’s eyes. “It takes quite a while, Son.” He threw up his hands in mock despair. “That’s the trouble when you have so many interests. He counted off on his fingers. “Computer games, driftwood hangings, ring toss, kite making...”
“Ring toss!” Danny looked from his father to Jenna, then back to his father. “Did you get me one? Really?”
“Oops!” Brett covered his mouth, but his eyes sparkled above his hand. “Maybe we did and maybe we didn’t.” He sipped at his coffee. “But perhaps we should get a kite kit and just keep it for those rainy winter days. If we make it then, it will remind us of this weekend.”
Jenna discreetly brushed away the tears that suddenly filled her eyes. Brett didn’t need her any more. He had established an amazing rapport with his son... one that would endure for the rest of his life.
The loudspeaker squealed and they all covered their ears. “I think it was the announcement for the kite flying exhibition,” Brett said. “Apparently it’s best seen from down by the water’s edge. And guess what? Some enterprising service club was selling folding chairs. They only had two left, so I bought them and they’re holding them for me.”
The afternoon passed quickly. Danny made friends with an older boy from Australia who was visiting with his parents. When they finally parted at the end of the day, the boy gave him the ultimate compliment. “You’re all right, mate,” he said, and with a wave he was off.
Jenna was glad she’d planned salad for dinner. By the time Danny had finished the last of his ice cream, his eyes were drooping. “Did you have a good day today?” she asked when he came to give her a goodnight hug.
“Yes,” he said, fighting to stay awake. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
Jenna looked up at Brett. “It was your father’s idea.” She held him away. “You can crawl into bed without a bath tonight if you want. You’ll feel more like it in the morning.”
* * *
“HE WAS ASLEEP THE MOMENT I tucked him in.” Brett came back into the kitchen. “Shall I make the tea while you finish that?” She was rinsing the dishes and stacking them in the dishwasher.
“Sounds good. I’ve got the kettle boiling.”
They both let out a sigh of exhaustion as they settled into their chairs, then looked at each other and laughed.
“He’s a handful, isn’t he?” said Brett.
“No kidding.” Jenna sipped her tea. “But I think he enjoyed himself. Now if we can make tomorrow special, the weekend will have been a success.”
Brett stretched his legs. “As far as I’m concerned, the weekend is already a success.” He hesitated. “Except for the fact that you won’t accept a loan.”
Jenna set her mug down and gave him a pointed look. “We already talked about this, Brett and you know how I feel. But I do want you to know that I appreciate the offer. I’m not sure I made that clear last night.”
“You did. I just thought I’d try again.” He stared into his mug. “There’s something else we have to talk about, though.”
She nodded. “Danny.”
“Yes... Danny. I’m thinking that one or both of us should start talking to him about the fact that you’ll be leaving right around the time he goes back to school.” A frown flitted across his face. “He’s come to rely on you; it’s not going to be easy for him.”
“I know how he feels,” she murmured.
Brett either didn’t hear, or decided to ignore her comment. “Would you be willing to interview housekeepers for me? I’d really appreciate that.”
A hand reached inside Jenna’s chest and squeezed her heart. “Of course,” she said, lowering her face to her tea mug. “Speaking of which, I have a couple of job interviews next week.”
“And you’ll be finding a place to live, I suppose.” He took a deep breath. “I’m afraid I didn’t make it very clear how much I was going to pay you when you came to us, but if you leave around the first of September, that will be roughly a month. I intend to pay you five thousand dollars.”
She gasped.
“No arguments. As I said, I’m sorry we didn’t discuss it before. I should have told you so you could plan financially.”
Jenna didn’t have the strength to refuse. Plus, she desperately needed the money to provide her with a cushion. “Thank you, Brett.”
“And if things go wrong,” he said, continuing as if she hadn’t spoken, “you’re to let me know. There’s always that loan.”
“I’ll be fine,” she said, putting on a brave face. She was crumbling inside, but she wasn’t about to let him see that. “Now, what about tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?” He looked blank. “Oh, you mean Danny’s birthday. If I had my choice, I’d stay right here. Come to think of it, I’ll bet he’d like the same. We could let him run on the beach all he likes. Maybe he and I will even fly our kites.”
“Sounds good. I’ll need a couple of hours to make his birthday cake, but other than that, sitting around sounds like a great idea.” She stifled a yawn. “Right now, I’m headed for bed.” She stopped and looked up into the sky. “Did you see any shooting stars last night?”
“I saw a few.” She could tell he was smiling.
“Make any wishes?” This conversation was getting dangerous.
He rose and came to stand behind her. “Oh, yeah.”
“And did they come true?”
The heat from his body warmed her, but it was the heat in his voice that made her tremble. “Not yet,” he said. Her toes curled at the sound of his voice. “Not yet.”
“GOOD MORNING, BIRTHDAY Boy!” Jenna greeted Danny with a hug when he padded into the kitchen the next morning. “I made you a special breakfast.” She gestured to the table. “Fruit, granola, and yogurt.” She hesitated. “I hope you like vanilla yogurt.”
Danny stared at the food laid out on the table, his expression one of disbelief. He looked helplessly toward the deck, where Brett was having coffee. “But I was hoping...”
“Just kidding!” Jenna hugged him again. “You can have anything you like. They have a waffle maker here, or you can have pancakes again this morning.”
“No fair,” he said, a broad smile on his face. “Just wait until it’s your birthday. I’m going to get you back.”
Jenna’s smile faltered, but she managed to get it back. “You have to get up pretty early in the morning to fool me.”
“Could I have waffles, please?”
“Of course. And after breakfast, you can open your presents.”
* * *
“I THOUGHT WE WERE ONLY going to get him a couple of things,” said Brett, after Danny had finished opening his gifts.
Jenna rolled her eyes. “You’re the one who suggested I buy him a computer. He’s already looking up Queensland.”
Brett looked blank.
“In Australia. That’s where his friend came from. The boy from yesterday?”
“Right. And the parental controls?”
“Already taken care of.”
“Good.” His gaze rested on his son. “He’s never going to want to take that T-shirt off.” Jenna had found a T-shirt with the same design as Danny’s kite.
She smiled at the thought. “Did he go through the Superman phase?”
Brett frowned. “What’s that?”
“You really weren’t around much, were you?” It was more of a statement than a question. “Almost all little boys go through a phase where they wear a towel draped around their shoulders and run around the house pretending to be Superman. Some of them are lucky enough to get Superman T-shirts, but it’s not always necessary.”
Brett picked up one of the rings from the ring toss set, but he wasn’t really seeing it. “Do you think I’m overdoing it now... trying to make up for lost time?”
Jenna looked out at the deck where Danny was hunched over his new computer, then back at Brent. “You mean by buying him stuff?” She thought for a minute. “It probably wouldn’t hurt to cut back on the toys for a while but no, I don’t think you’ve overdone it.” Her gaze drifted out over the ocean. “He knows he’s loved, and that’s more important than anything you could buy him. Knowing my parents loved me gave me a belief in myself. I think it’s partly what got me through the disappointments of the past month.” Her gaze rested on the dark little head. “I can’t believe how much he’s changed.” She shook her head as if to rid herself of the memories. “But speaking of buying things, I already have most of his school supplies. Did you want to be there when we buy the rest?”
The horrified look on his face was all the answer she needed. “I’ll take that as a no.”
He let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now go play with your son and let me get started on his birthday cake.”
* * *
JENNA HUMMED TO HERSELF as the cakes cooled. The tantalizing smell of spices drifted through the house. Certainly not the traditional chocolate cake, but Danny had expressed an interest, and so far it was going well. She’d never made the frosting before, but the recipe looked simple enough... some mashed bananas mixed with icing. How hard could it be?
She looked outside; the deck was still empty. Brett and Danny had kicked off their sandals and set out over an hour ago with their kites. Jenna wished she could follow them with her camera, but maybe later. She patted the tops of the cakes. Cool enough. “Slice it and ice it,” she murmured to herself. The four-layer cake looked spectacular in the picture; she hoped hers would turn out half that well.
* * *
“WHY DIDN’T JENNA COME with us, Dad?” Danny was rewinding his string. The winds had been capricious ever since they ventured out, and his enthusiasm was lagging.
“She was doing something in the kitchen,” he said, feigning indifference. “She said something about a walk on the beach later on.”
“I know what she’s doing.” Danny shot a tentative look at his father. “She’s making my birthday cake, isn’t she?”
Brett hesitated for only a moment. “Yes,” he said. “She is.”
“Then let’s go back. It’s not fair that she’s all alone.”
“You just want to play with your computer.”
Danny’s eyes lit up. “I looked up Australia. They sure have a lot of insects and stuff that can bite you.” His hand slipped into Brett’s. “I’m going to visit someday, but I’ll be careful.”
Brett nodded. “I’m glad to hear that.”
“Did you ever scuba dive, Dad?”
“No, I’ve never tried. Why do you ask?”
“Because they have a cool place in Australia to scuba dive. It’s called the Great Barrier Reef. I learned that from the computer, too.” He looked up at his father. “Is it okay if I go back now and find out some more stuff? I won’t bother Jenna.”
“Go ahead.” Brett’s heart was full as he watched his son run ahead. Jenna was right; the boy had changed dramatically just in the few weeks she’d been with them, and he’d be the first one to acknowledge that it was mostly due to her. There would be a large hole in their lives when she left.
When Brett got back to the beach house, Danny was sitting in a shady corner of the deck, immersed in his computer. The first thing he noticed when he entered the house was the sweet, faintly spicy smell of the cake. It drew him into the kitchen
Brett prided himself on being able to assess a situation quickly and clearly. The trait had made him invaluable in the ER, but the sight that greeted him in the kitchen was so unexpected he didn’t know what to make of it.
Jenna stood with her back to the door, and if he wasn’t mistaken, she was crying. Her slender shoulders shook silently, and as he watched, she tossed the package of birthday candles on the counter, her movements dejected.
He ran to her, but she’d covered her face with her hands. “Jenna.” He gently pulled her hands away. “What’s the matter?” he examined her quickly, checking her hands, her face, her arms. Whatever was hurting her, it didn’t seem to be physical.
“What is it, sweetheart?” Her hair had swung forward, blocking her eyes. He pushed it back gently and looked into her eyes. “What’s the matter?”
She pointed to the counter, and he saw it. Her beautiful four-layer cake was no longer upright. The layers, separated by whipped banana icing, had slid ignominiously to the side, escaping the plate and landing half on the counter. If it wasn’t for her plaintive cries, he might have laughed.
“I wanted to make it special for Danny,” she sobbed, “and now it’s ruined.”
He didn’t know what to say, but continued to stroke her hair. Unlike most people, she was beautiful when she cried. Her luminous eyes looked up at him now, and he knew in that moment that he’d do anything in his power to make this woman happy.
“What’s the matter with me?” she whispered. “Why can’t I do anything right?”
He cupped her face in his hands and forced her to look at him. “Don’t you dare say that, Jenna Samuels.” He looked around wildly. “You’ve done more things right for Danny and for me than anyone else in our lives. Where would we be without you?” His thumb brushed away a tear that rolled down her cheek. “You’re a part of our lives, and I have no idea what we’re going to do without you.” His gaze dropped to her lips, and before he knew what he was doing, he was kissing her. There was nothing tentative about the kiss; it embodied all of the pent-up desire that had been building since she first walked into his kitchen. It was the kiss of two adults who desired each other. A helpless whimper escaped her lips as he gathered her in his arms; this was how it was meant to be.
“Daddy, why are you kissing Jenna?” Danny had crawled up on one of the stools, his face only a few inches away from where their lips were joined. Brett managed to break away first, but not before he was rewarded by the hunger in Jenna’s eyes.
“Well,” he fumbled...
“I was being silly, and your Daddy was trying to make me feel better.” Jenna indicated the cake. “I’m sorry, Danny, but I think the filling was too slippery.”
Danny studied the mess that had been his cake, and stuck his finger in the frosting. “Tastes good,” he announced. “Maybe we could have that rifle stuff. Remember, Daddy, Mrs. Jessup used to make rifle?”
Brett laughed. “You mean trifle?” He looked at Jenna. “That would work, wouldn’t it?”
Still dazed by Brett’s kiss, Jenna picked up the box of candles as though she’d never seen it before. “I suppose so,” she said. “And we could each have a candle.”
“Yay!” Danny jumped down and started opening the cupboard doors. “We need to find a big bowl. That’s what Mrs. Jessup used.”
The remains of the cake was soon consigned to a large bowl and placed on the counter with three dessert bowls. Danny put the box of candles beside the bowl and turned to Jenna.
“Daddy and I can make you feel better.”
A strangled gasp came from Brett, but Jenna kept her eyes averted. “I’m feeling better now, thanks to you, but what did you have in mind?”
“We practiced flying our kites, and we can put on a show for you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Jenna chanced a glance at Brett. “I’d like that very much. I’ll just grab my camera.”
“Okay.” Danny had taken over. “You’ll have to put your folding chair down on the beach so you can see us properly.” He gestured impatiently. “Come on, it’s going to be epic!”
THE KITE-FLYING DISPLAY was everything Danny promised. The two staged a mock battle, with Danny’s fierce kite winning the day. With the memory of Brett’s kiss lingering on her lips Jenna had a hard time concentrating, but she managed to get a couple of good shots and mentally added them to the album she was going to make as a gift for Danny when she left.
Jenna laughingly applauded their efforts when the show was over. In a rehearsed move, Brett and Danny bowed low, accepting her compliments as their due.
“You were wonderful,” she said, directing her compliments toward Danny. Her gaze slid toward Brett and her heart started to pound. “And you weren’t bad either.”
His gaze held hers for a long, intimate moment. “Thank you, ma’am.”
Danny must have sensed the tension between them. “Are you going to kiss Jenna again?”
Brett extended a hand and pulled Jenna up from the folding chair. “Not right now, Son.” He looked to her for a reaction, his gaze lingering on her lips. “Maybe later.”
* * *
“DO WE REALLY HAVE TO go home tomorrow?” Sprawled out on the deck in front of their chairs, Danny looked up from his computer. “I like it here.”
“We all do, Son, but we have a busy week coming up. Jenna says there are still things on your school list she needs to buy and I have a busy week at work.”
“And you have that fundraiser.”
“Damn. I’d forgotten.”
Danny’s ears perked up. “Fun raiser? What’s that?”
“Fundraiser, Son. Fun with a ‘d’.” Brett spoke gently. “I have to get all dressed up and stand around talking to people I don’t even know.”
Danny frowned. “Why?”
Brett laughed. “Good question. So they’ll donate money to the hospital for things we need that are beyond our current budget.”
Danny considered this for a moment. “They should, like, auction you off. I saw that on television. Jenna and I would pay for you, wouldn’t we, Jenna?”
“Oh, for sure.” She cocked her head to one side. “How much do you think he’s worth?”
Brett pretended to be offended. “Now just one minute...”
“A million dollars!” Danny’s reply was immediate. “He’s worth a million dollars.”
Jenna pretended to study him. “You know, I think you’re right. He’s worth at least a million dollars. Shall we bid on him?”
Brett looked from one to the other. “Don’t I have anything to say about this?”
“No!” They spoke as one. Danny rolled around on the deck, clutching his sides with laughter. “We’ll own you, Daddy. What do you think about that?”
“What do I think?” Brett looked from his son to Jenna. “I think I can live with that. Now off to bed with you, birthday boy.”
Danny rose reluctantly. “Will you come and say goodnight?” he asked Jenna.
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
* * *
“WHERE’S YOUR DAD?” she said a few minutes later.
“I think he went to the bathroom.” Danny kicked off the sheet, revealing his Minions pyjamas. Jenna didn’t understand the whole phenomenon, but Danny was enamored of them, and that was what counted.
“Sorry again about the cake.” She brushed the hair away from his brow. “But the trifle was pretty good, wasn’t it?”
“And we got to have extra whipping cream.”
“That was definitely a bonus.” She kissed him on the cheek and he locked his arms around her neck.
“Jenna?” His voice quavered.
“Yes?”
“Do you really have to leave us? Daddy said you’re looking for your own place now.” His breath tickled the hair on her neck, but she scarcely noticed; it was taking all of her willpower not to cry.
She pulled back and smiled into his dark, trusting eyes. “We always knew I’d be leaving eventually, Danny. I can’t stay with you forever.”
“Don’t you like us anymore?”
She tucked the covers under his arms. “You know I do, but I’m not cut out to be a housekeeper.”
He seemed to consider her words. “Will you go back to being a photographer?”
“Eventually, yes. It’s what I enjoy doing.” She touched the tip of his nose. It had become their signal when she wanted him to listen. “And you’ll be back in school shortly, and making new friends.”
“Will I see you anymore?”
“Yes, you will.”
“Promise?”
A tear ran down her cheek but she ignored it. “Do you remember when I told you I’d never lie to you?” She picked up his small hand. “I promise, Danny. As soon as I have an address where I’ll be staying, I’ll make sure you have it. You’ll be welcome to come and see me any time.”
“And will you come see us?”
“Yes, she will.” Jenna hadn’t been aware of Brett in the doorway. He took a few steps forward. “Jenna will always be a part of our family.”
“There,” she said through her tears. “That makes it official.”
“Okay.” Danny still didn’t look convinced, but he yawned widely as sleep overtook him. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight sweet boy.” Jenna stood, brushed past Brett and went out onto the deck.
He didn’t show up for several minutes, but when he did, he had the tea tray with him. “I wasn’t sure...” his voice was tentative.
“A cup of tea is just what I need.” She accepted the mug and lapsed into silence. After a few moments, she spoke. “He asked me,” she said, anticipating his question. “But I didn’t know it would be so difficult.” Across the Strait, the Coast Mountains were fading into the grey of evening. “I’ve done a lot of crying today,” she said, almost to herself.
“Jenna. She turned at the tone of his voice. “I’m sorry about earlier.”
She looked at him, willing him to continue.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you. I don’t know what came over me.”
She looked into his eyes. He was clearly embarrassed.
The way she saw it, she had two choices: she could tell him how his kiss made her feel, and how she’d really, really enjoy a replay, or she could gloss it over.
“You were just trying to make me feel better.” She softened her voice. “And it worked.”
“It’s just that –” He stopped abruptly. “Thank you for saying that.”
She drank the rest of her tea and stared into the bottom of the mug. “I will, you know. I’ll keep in contact with Danny until he doesn’t need me anymore.”
“Jenna...”
“It will happen, Brett. Eventually. We both know that. But in the meantime, I want to make this as easy for him as possible. And now if you don’t mind, I think I’ll go to bed. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Jenna.”
* * *
THE COMFORTING MURMUR of voices had drawn Brett back to Danny’s room. He lounged against the door frame and watched the interplay between the two people who meant the most to him in the world. He could still feel the imprint of her body against his, and hear her soft little moan of desire that curled around his heart. How was he going to let her go? As he pondered that, Jenna’s words firmed up his resolve. “We always knew I’d be leaving,” she said. The fact that they’d agreed she wouldn’t stay didn’t make it any easier to hear. But it was when she spoke of going back to her photography that he knew he’d made the right decision, tough as it might be. It had been a great weekend, but getting back to his regular schedule would almost be a relief.
* * *
IT WAS ALMOST A WEEK later and they were sitting outside with their tea after dinner. “I picked up your tux today. I didn’t think to ask if you need to try it on.”
Brett gave her a blank look.
“The fundraiser. It’s tomorrow.”
Brett checked his watch and groaned. “I’d forgotten.” His gaze drifted around the yard, where several of Danny’s mobiles now hung in prominent positions. “I’d completely forgotten about it. But I think the tux still fits the same.” He patted his stomach “Although the way you’ve been feeding us, I might need to have it let out next time I wear it.” He narrowed his eyes. “Do you think that new housekeeper will understand that two bachelors like to eat simple food?”
They’d been over this before but Jenna just smiled. “I think she’ll be just fine, Brett. There were teenage boys at her last job.”
He pounced on this. “And why isn’t she still there?”
“Because the family went overseas. He works for a big oil company and they provide the family with a fully staffed household.”
“Humph. No wonder gas costs so much.”
“What’s got into you tonight?” she teased. “You don’t like anything.” She cast around for something to divert him. “Tell me about these fundraisers. What do you do besides stand around looking handsome?”
A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You’re trying to distract me.”
“Is it working?”
“Okay. All right. I’ll behave.” He thought for a moment. “There are drinks, of course. Music. Oh, and delicious food. Some people make a meal of it, I noticed last year.”
“So there’s dancing?”
He thought for a moment and something dark flitted across his features. “There’s a small dance floor for those who want to indulge. But mostly it’s schmoozing. You know, selling ourselves. Convincing the donors to get out their cheque books without actually asking for money.” He offered a wry smile. “It’s a fine line.”
She studied him as he spoke. “You don’t like it much, do you?”
“I don’t like it at all, but it’s part of the job and I understand that. I’m even getting good at dancing with the wives.”
“You had a look on your face just then... when you mentioned the dance floor. What was that about?”
He gave her a steady, assessing look. “You’re too perceptive for your own good.”
She remained silent.
“There’s a woman who works at the hospital. Last year she attached herself to me and I had a hard time getting rid of her. I’ve met leeches who were more easily dislodged!”
Jenna stifled a laugh. “I guess you can’t very well blow her off with everyone watching.”
“Precisely!”
“Here I was trying to cheer you up and I’ve just gone and made you all pissy again.”
“I’m not pissy.”
“Yes you are.”
He stifled a smile. “Do you talk like that in front of Danny?”
“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but Danny is an eight year old boy. He knows words a lot worse than ‘pissy’.”
Brett slumped back in his chair and closed his eyes. “I’m going to miss you, Jenna.”
“Yeah,” she said around the lump in her throat. “Me, too.”
“CAN I WATCH YOU GET dressed?” Danny was all eyes.
“Sure.” Brett eyed the black patent shoes with distaste. “Before long, you’ll be getting dressed in your own tuxedo. Some people call them penguin suits.”
Danny looked up at his father. “You don’t look like a penguin. You look handsome.”
Brett sent him a sharp look. “Did Jenna tell you to say that?”
“Well you do.” The admiration in his eyes was genuine. “Jenna says you’ll be the best looking man there, and I think she’s right.”
Brett slipped his father’s heavy gold cuff links into the French cuffs. “Did she really say that?”
“Yes, and she never lies. Dad?”
“Yes?”
“Does Jenna still love us?”
Brett’s hands stilled. “Love is a pretty strong word, but yes, I’d say she still loves us.”
“Then why does she have to go?”
Brett sat down on the bench at the foot of his bed and slipped his feet into the shoes. “It’s kind of hard to explain,” he said eventually. “You know how you love playing Minecraft, and flying kites, and making your driftwood mobiles?”
Danny nodded.
“Well, Jenna loves doing her photography. And she can’t do that while she’s living here, taking care of us.”
“But she takes pictures now.”
“It’s not the same, Danny. She needs her own space, her own studio where people can go to get their pictures taken. It’s been wonderful having her here taking care of us, but it’s time she did what’s good for her.” He looked into his son’s eyes. “Does that make sense?”
Danny nodded. “Yeah, but I’ll still miss her.”
“Me too, Son. Now let’s go downstairs and see if she approves of my penguin suit.”
* * *
JENNA HAD KNOWN THAT Brett would look good in his tuxedo, but nothing had prepared her for the actual experience.
“What do you think?”
She couldn’t speak for several moments. Standing there in the doorway with Danny proudly holding his hand, he was the most outrageously handsome man she’d even seen. She backed up against the kitchen counter, clutching it for support.
“Oh my,” she said breathlessly. “I think... I think you look fine.” She pushed away from the counter, circling him with a predatory gleam in her eye. “Yes,” she continued, recovering most of her composure, “very fine indeed.” She paused in front of him and lifted a hand to his cheek. “You shaved,” she said, her voice little more than a whisper. “I think I like it better the other way.”
He grabbed her hand and rubbed it against his cheek. Even with a recent shave, the fine stubble sent shivers of delight racing through her body. “Then I’ll never shave again,” he murmured, turning her hand and placing an intimate kiss in her palm.
“Daddy says it’s called a penguin suit.” Danny’s voice broke the spell. “And he says I’ll have one someday.”
Jenna pulled away and turned her attention to the boy. “And I’m sure you’ll be just as handsome as your father.” Not knowing what else to say, she glanced up at the wall clock. “Should you be leaving?”
Brett ignored her comment. “Will you wait up for me? I have to warn you, it might be late.”
Her heart did a quick little two-step. “Yes,” she said simply. “See you when you get home.”
* * *
“THANK YOU FOR COMING again this year.” The administrator shook Brett’s hand. The man was generally liked by the medical staff. He took a step back to appreciate Brett’s sartorial splendor. “The ladies are going to love you.” A wry smile followed his words. “The ones who aren’t already in love with you, that is.”
Brett knew he was joking; at least he hoped he was joking. He hadn’t for a moment forgotten that Deanna, the woman who’d attached herself to him last year, worked in the administration office.
He gave the standard response. “As long as they’ve brought their cheque books, they can look all they like.” He moved away as the man greeted the next arrivals.
Brent smiled and nodded, enduring the endless speeches. He’d never quite figured out how three different men and one woman could say exactly the same thing without using the same words. He hoped they weren’t putting the donors to sleep, but they laughed politely in all the right places, nodding to each other as the speech givers pointed out the need for more equipment.
When the speeches were finally over, the people in the room noticeably relaxed. Ice clinked merrily in glasses, and now and then a peal of laughter floated over the crowd. Even at these functions, Brett limited himself to one drink, and as he placed his empty glass on a server’s tray, he found himself wondering what Jenna was doing. He’d missed their usual routine tonight, and not even the delicious bacon-wrapped dates from the buffet table could distract him when he envisioned his future without her. She wasn’t even gone yet, and he was already missing her.
“Why hello handsome.”
Deanne sidled up to him and he watched her dispassionately.
“Would you like to dance?” She said it loud enough that several people turned to look. He couldn’t very well get out of it, and offered a slight bow.
“Of course.” He led her to the dance floor.
“I see you’re alone tonight.” Her thigh accidently brushed up against him... or was that an accident?
“At the moment,” he said vaguely.
“Ah, but you’re here now.” She moistened her lips. “How’s your little boy? Danny, isn’t it?”
The mention of Danny’s name on her lips infuriated him, but he managed to control his temper. “He’s fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “Doing little boy things.”
“How sweet. And what about you? What sort of big boy things have you been doing?”
He gave her a blank look. “Flying kites, mostly. Danny and I do that a lot.”
“And that housekeeper of yours.” She fingered the hair at the back of his neck and he shrugged her off. “Whatever possessed you to bring her to the staff picnic?”
“That’s really none of your business, but since you ask, we came as a family.”
“Family?” Her poise faltered for the first time. “You consider your housekeeper part of your family?”
“Since the first day she came to us,” he said, realizing that it was true. “We’re lucky to have her.”
“Brett, you bad boy. There you are.” Brenda tapped him on the shoulder. “You promised me this dance and I’ve been looking all over for you.” She glanced dismissively at Deanna. “We’ll have that dance now, and then Ryan wants to talk to you about something.” She led him away without a backward glance.
“Thank you,” he murmured when they were well out of earshot. “I can honestly say that I despise that woman. Can you believe she actually asked me about Jenna? Where does she get off?” His voice was rising and he struggled to control it.
Brenda laughed up at him. “You’re a great catch, Brett. You must know that.” She tilted her head toward Stella and her husband, sitting at a table on the sidelines. “We’ve been keeping an eye on her and I was elected to rescue you.”
“Well thank you.”
“Besides,” she continued. “We like Jenna.” A smile played around her lips. “Perhaps not as much as you, but we do like her.”
Brett exhaled. “Is it so obvious?”
Brenda rolled her eyes. “Honey, you two light up a room when you’re together.” She paused. “Not that I’ve ever seen you together in a room, but you know what I mean.”
“She’s leaving next week.”
Brenda raised an eyebrow.
“She promised to stay for a month, but she really wants to get back to her photography.”
“I can understand that. I was at one of her exhibitions, and she’s good.” They danced silently for a few moments. “So are you two going to get together or what?”
“I hope so.” The song came to an end. “Come to think of it, she’s waiting up for me. Do you mind if I run off?” He looked around for Ryan. “Can Ryan wait?”
“I just made that up.” Brenda waved a hand in the air. “Go on, and tell her we all send our love.”
“Thanks, Brenda.” He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and strode out of the room.
Ryan appeared as Brenda returned to their table. “What was that all about?” he asked, as Brett disappeared.
“Unless I’m badly mistaken” she said, “that’s a man in love.”
* * *
BRETT SLIPPED OUT OF his dress shoes at the back door and tossed his jacket on the kitchen counter. He’d half expected Jenna to meet him; he’d spent the entire ride home remembering the way she’d touched his face, and he wanted more.
He’d have to be careful not to reveal the surprise he had for her. Tempting as it had been to tell Danny, he couldn’t trust the youngster not to blurt it out, so he’d kept it to himself. In the meantime, just the few hours apart had been too many and he was eager to see her again.
“Jenna?” he called. There was no response but soft light from the living room drew him in that direction. Curled up on the couch, wrapped in one of his mother’s old quilts, she was sound asleep. She’d brought down the pillow and quilt from her quarters, but the wait had evidently proved too long.
He stood looking down at her; this gentle, determined woman who had changed his life around. “That’s okay,” he said, tucking in the quilt and depositing a kiss on her lips. “I can wait.”
* * *
“I GUESS I FELL ASLEEP, huh?” Jenna handed Brett his cup of coffee the next morning. “You should have woken me.”
He eyed her over the rim of his coffee mug. Dark smudges underlined her eyes. The thought of her leaving was taking a toll on all of them. “I couldn’t. You looked so sweet all curled up in that quilt.”
She glanced at the wall clock. “I didn’t expect to see you up this early. Do you have somewhere to go?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Danny and I are taking you out for breakfast.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Pancakes!” Danny came sliding into the room and dove for his shoes.
“I can make pancakes here,” she said with a frown. “Why do we need to go out?”
“Humor me, okay? It’s my day off.”
She looked to Danny, who was ignoring the by-play. Gone were the days when he hung on every word, darting anxious looks back and forth. Jenna hoped that he would feel half as comfortable with the new housekeeper.
“Okay,” she said after a moment. “It’s your show.”
“WHERE ARE WE GOING again?” Jenna turned to Brett. “I thought we were going to that place in Cook Street Village.” She glanced at Danny in the back seat. “I don’t understand this sudden need to go out to breakfast anyway.”
“Come on, Jenna.” Brett reached over and touched her briefly on the arm. “We don’t have that much time left together.”
“I know,” she said sulkily.
Brett drove past the busy harbour and before she was aware, they were on her old street.
“Hey, this is where I used to live.”
“I know. I thought we’d take a detour.”
Jenna hadn’t driven past the charming little Victorian house since she left. In spite of the unhappy memories, she was curious to see if it looked any different.
Brett slowed. “It’s up ahead here somewhere, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it’s...” Jenna froze. “There’s a sign out front.”
Brett inched the car forward. A new sign had been installed since she left. Firmly planted in the ground, it supported an arm on one side. A classic white sign with black lettering noted that the building was the home of Luna Vista Photography.
“They stole my name!” Outraged, Jenna commanded Brett to stop. “They can’t do that, can they?” She looked to him for support, but he merely smiled. “And what’s that hanging on the other side of the sign? A mobile that looked remarkably like one of Danny’s creations hung from a smaller arm on the other side of the sign.
“What’s going on here?” she asked.
Brett pulled into the driveway.
“I don’t know. Maybe we should find out.”
Jenna stepped out of the car and walked slowly to the foot of the front stairs. The classic half-moon of stained glass in the front door sparkled in the morning sun. A fresh coat of paint on the front porch and the door changed the appearance dramatically. What appeared to be a brand new brass door handle gleamed in welcome. She turned.
“Brett?”
He got out of the car and joined her at the foot of the stairs. “It’s yours,” he said softly. “I bought it for you.”
“You bought it for me?” She looked up at him, disbelieving. “You can’t do that.”
“But I did,” he said simply. “Mrs. Duncan and I have become good friends. She wishes you good luck, by the way.”
Jenna held out her hand to Danny, who scrambled from the car. “Did you know about this?” she asked.
“No,” he said, studying the sign. “What is it?”
Brett answered. “This is going to be Jenna’s new studio. Well, it’s her old one, but now she owns it. Would you like to see inside?”
Tears streamed down Jenna’s face. “I can’t believe you did this.”
“You don’t like it?” For the first time, Brett seemed unsure of himself.
“I love it. I just can’t believe...” Her words trailed off as he opened the front door, then presented her with the key.
Jenna stepped into the familiar space, but it was nothing like it had been when she lived there. Everything had been updated... from the refinished hardwood floors, to fresh paint, to new curtains and furniture.
“I had someone come in and do it up for you” he said, looking around as though he’d done it himself. “Turned out pretty well, didn’t it?”
“And my studio?” Jenna took several tentative steps. “Is it still there?”
Brett ushered her into the studio.
“This looks like some of my old equipment.” She walked round, touching the familiar pieces.
“I got the idea for all this when you mentioned that your stuff was in the second-hand store. The furniture got roughed up a bit, so I had the decorator buy everything new, but the equipment looked good, and I don’t know anything about that, so I thought you could buy what’s missing.” He smiled down at her. “Good surprise?”
“Oh, Brett. I love it, but I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”
He cupped her face in both hands and gazed into her eyes. “You already have,” he said. “More than I can possibly tell you.”
“Are you going to kiss her now?” Danny grinned at them.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure if this is the right time.” Brett’s eyes searched hers.
Jenna stepped closer, rose on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his. “Thank you, Brett. You’ve made me very happy.”
“It hasn’t been easy,” he murmured.
She pulled back. “What? Making me happy?”
“No.” He laughed, but there was something forced in the sound. “Letting you go. But you deserve a second chance at your career. You’re too good to give up on your dreams now.” There was something almost desperate in his voice. “And when you get your life back, I hope you’ll remember where we are.”
Dazed by the sudden turn of events, Jenna could only stare at him. Was he saying goodbye? She nodded silently and turned away, studying one of her backdrops as though she’d never seen it before. She turned to find him watching her. There was goodbye in his eyes and she wondered how she’d misread the situation so badly. Again.
“I won’t forget either of you,” she said, looking around for Danny. He’d disappeared, but that wasn’t unusual. She hoped he examined every inch of the place; it would help if he could picture her here. Suddenly the idea of not seeing his bright little face every morning was more than she could take, and tears began to roll unchecked down her face.
“Jenna, have I said something to make you cry?”
She gave a strangled laugh. Sometimes men could be so blind. “No,” she said, regaining her composure. “I’m just happy.” She dug down deep and managed to uncover a smile. If she got any better at this, Hollywood would come calling. “But I’m already missing Danny.” She looked up at him. “When did we decide was my last day?”
“Do you still want to take Danny to school?” His voice was tentative. “Or would it be better if Mrs. Sawyer does it? You know... so she can get the lay of the land?”
“No it wouldn’t be all right,” screamed the voice in her head. “I should be the one taking him to school on his first day.”
She couldn’t meet his eyes. “I suppose that makes sense.” She removed all emotion from her voice. “So when should I plan to leave? It looks like I could move into this place any time.” She was clutching the key so tightly it cut into her fingers.
His expression was oddly bleak. “You could actually move over here today if you like. Mrs. Sawyer has been staying with her sister while she waits to come to us. I’m sure if I called her, she’d be happy to start tomorrow or the next day.”
So soon. Jenna had known it would be difficult, but she hadn’t sufficiently prepared herself for the thought of someone taking her place. Better to get it over with, and fast.
“Sounds good,” she said brightly. “Let’s do that right after breakfast.”
* * *
“BUT I THOUGHT YOU WERE going to take me to school next week.” Danny stood beside the open rear door as Jenna loaded her belongings.
She squatted down. “Your Dad and I decided that it would be better for Mrs. Sawyer to take you to school. She’s the one who’ll need to pick you up sometimes.”
Danny narrowed his eyes. “Did you and my Dad have a fight?”
Jenna stilled. “No, Danny.” She cast around in her mind for a way to explain so it would make sense to him. So why not tell him the truth? She picked him up and set him on the edge of the open hatchback, then sat beside him. His legs swung back and forth nervously.
“You know, Danny. Sometimes when adults part they don’t really know what to say to each other. Their words get tangled up with their feelings, and things get all mixed up.”
“You mean like when they get divorced? Some of my friends’ parents got divorced.”
It wouldn’t do to dismiss his question too quickly, so she considered it for a moment. “Not really,” she said after a while. “When I came here, it was only supposed to be for a month.” She touched him on the nose. “Remember?”
He nodded. “And now you’re going to do what you love. That’s what Daddy said.”
She smiled through a haze of tears. “And he’s right. Trouble is, I love taking care of you too, and I can’t do both.” She ached to tell him they could still be friends, but that wasn’t fair. In time he would forget her, even though he’d wormed his way into her heart and she would never forget him. She fumbled in her backpack. “Here, I made something for you.”
“What is it?” He crawled closer, his eyes bright and trusting.
“It’s a little photo album. I had prints made of all our happy times together.”
He studied the pictures slowly, a smile on his lips as one finger traced the images. “That’s me at the three-legged race,” he said, pausing at a photo of the boys crossing the finish line. “And here’s one of Daddy and me at the kite festival.” He flipped through the remaining shots and looked up at her, eyes shining. “Thank you, Jenna. These are great.”
“You’re welcome.” She looked up to see Brett watching them through the kitchen window. “And now I should say goodbye to your father.” She touched his nose again. “Be good for Mrs. Sawyer.”
* * *
BRETT WASN’T SURE HOW much more he could stand. He had no idea what Jenna was saying to Danny, but watching them through the window was making his stomach churn. He hadn’t planned for her to leave today, but he was glad it was working out that way... he couldn’t have held himself back much longer.
She stood tentatively in the doorway, as though she didn’t belong there anymore. “Thanks again, Brett. It seems like such a feeble thing to say after what you’ve done.”
He longed to reach for her, but controlled himself. “One thing I forgot. I left a card on the kitchen counter. It’s the lawyer who handled the sale. He has all the ownership papers for you and he said you should stop by sometime next week. You’ll also find a cheque for your wages in drawer beside the sink.”
“You’ve thought of everything.”
Not everything, he wanted to say. I had no idea this would be so hard.
He pushed away from the counter. “I’ll walk you out to your car.”
“Right.” She turned and went back outside.
Danny’s hand crept into his father’s as Jenna’s car disappeared through the gates.
“Will she be back, Daddy?”
“I hope so, Son.”
“Me too.”
Brett tried to swallow, but his throat was closed up; a drink would go down well right about now.
“No,” he said out loud.
“Daddy?” Danny looked up at him.
He forced a smile. “Just clearing my throat. What do you say we go kite flying? It’s a beautiful day for it.”
Danny nodded. “Or we could go and buy a camera.”
Brett turned slowly. “You want a camera?”
Danny sent him a challenging look. “Yeah. I want to learn how to take pictures.”
“Then come with me. I know just the place.”
JENNA WASN’T SURE HOW she got through the next few days. She settled in, went to see the lawyer, re-established her bank account, and started reaching out to her former contacts.
Not surprisingly, her heart wasn’t in it; even buying a new camera wasn’t the thrill it had been the first time around. When bookings started to trickle in she tried to be enthusiastic, but as she entered them in her appointment book there was no excitement... no thrill to be working again. At this rate, any portraits she took would be as uninspired as her mood.
She wandered through the house in the evenings, touching the furniture, gazing at the generic artwork on the walls, and wondering what Brett and Danny were doing. Did the housekeeper know that Danny didn’t like his vegetables to touch anything else on his plate? Or that Brett liked one and a half spoons of sugar in his coffee? She looked bleakly around the little house. It was almost too perfect; there was nothing for her to do. Maybe she should start going back to New Beginnings – at least she could pay Jodi for those three months, and make overtures about repaying the one hundred dollars. Jodi probably wouldn’t accept that, but she could offer...
* * *
JODI DID A DOUBLE-TAKE when Jenna walked through the doors the next morning. “Jenna! Good to see you, girl.” She leaned over the counter and lowered her voice. “You look so much better than the last time I saw you. I knew you’d make it!”
“Thanks, Jodi. Now if you’ll let me pay for those months I owe, I’d like to sign up again. I’ve been getting my business re-established, and I’m not doing enough exercise.”
“That’s a deal. Come on, let’s get your info back in the computer.” Within moments, she was re-instated, and Jodi handed her a receipt.
“Do you have any business cards? A friend of mine has a website design business and she mentioned to me the other day that she needs someone who can work quickly and produce good quality digital images. You can do that, right?”
“Yes of course, but I thought most people provided their own images.”
Jodi made a face. “According to Donna they try, but their cameras don’t produce the high-res images she needs. She was complaining about that the last time I saw her.” She held out her hand and wiggled her fingers. “Give me several cards. I’m always hearing about functions and stuff like that. Before you know it, you’ll need an assistant.”
Jodi’s positive outlook was infectious. “Thank you. By the way, thank you for the kind gesture the last time I was in here. How did you get that money in my backpack anyway?”
Jodi waved her off. “You were in the shower. And don’t even try to repay me. Someday I’ll need a favour and I know you’ll have my back.”
Jenna laid a hand over her heart. “Thank you.” The door opened and two women came in. “See you later.”
* * *
“I WAS RIGHT,” SAID Jenna to herself, leaving the fitness studio after saying goodbye to Jodi. “I needed more exercise.” Positive energy hummed through her body and she decided to take a walk along the waterfront.
“Give it up, Bitch, or I’ll put some hurt on you.” The words coming from a dark recess between two old buildings made her skin crawl.
She told herself to continue walking, but the fearful whimper that followed stopped her in her tracks. She peered into the gloom, barely able to make out a hunched form on the ground. A man with greasy dreadlocks hovered over the woman, one hand raised to strike.
“Lisa! I’ve been looking all over for you. We were supposed to meet half an hour ago.” She brushed past the man and grabbed the painfully thin arm of the young woman. “Play along,” she murmured, then dragged the woman to her feet and gave her a little shake. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”
The young woman staggered slightly, but in spite of her pitiful appearance, Jenna sensed a strong determination. “I hope you didn’t call the cops like last time,” she muttered as they passed the stunned man.
“No, but I was about to.” Jenna gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. “But I warn you, this is the last time.”
She led the young woman to her car, aware of the eyes boring into her back every step of the way.
“Is he following?” whispered the young woman.
“I don’t think so,” said Jenna. “But don’t look around. We don’t want him to see we’re afraid.”
The woman’s steps dragged for a moment, but Jenna urged her forward. “You’re afraid?” she asked, haunted eyes showing some emotion for the first time.
“Terrified.” Jenna used her remote and opened the passenger door. “But I think we’re safe now.”
She got behind the driver’s seat and braced her hands on the steering wheel; they were shaking. “Does that happen often?” she asked.
The young woman exhaled and allowed her head to fall back on the headrest. “Mostly on Wednesdays.”
“What’s special about Wednesdays?”
“You wouldn’t know about Welfare Wednesdays. I just cashed my cheque.”
Maybe she was a prostitute and the man was her pimp. “Do you know him?”
“Him?” She gave a dry, humourless laugh. “No thank you. There are a few of them who wait at the banks and follow from there. I thought I was in the clear, but you saw what happened.” She looked at Jenna for the first time. “But I appreciate what you did, even if it was foolish.”
“Gee, don’t strain yourself thanking me or anything.”
“What do you expect? My undying gratitude? Okay, you’ve got it.” The woman looked out the window. “If you don’t mind driving a few blocks, I’ll get out. I’d rather not get out in this area.”
Jenna started the motor. “Are you hungry?”
“What do you think?”
“I guess that was a silly question. Okay, here’s another one. Would you rather eat at a drive-through, or go to my place and we’ll order something in?”
The girl shook her head. “Great. I’ve been rescued by some kind of a weirdo. Lady, look at me. I’m homeless. I’m tired. I’m hungry, and I haven’t had a bath in a week. You don’t even want me in your car, let alone in your house. Just let me out in a couple of blocks, okay?”
“I agree with you about one thing. You do need a bath.” She turned off the ignition. “What’s your name?”
“Well it’s not Lisa. Where did you come up with that one, anyway?”
Jenna sighed. “Does it matter?”
“No.” The young woman looked down at her ragged fingernails. “My name is Holly.”
“All right, Holly. Here’s the deal. About six weeks ago, I was homeless myself. It was only for a few days, but I remember how terrifying it was, and I had my car.”
Holly’s eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing.
“Someone came along and gave me a chance to get back on my feet. I may regret this, but I’d like to do the same for you. At least give you a night’s lodging if we get along okay. If we decide we can’t stand each other, I’ll drive you to a motel and pay for one night.”
A glint of something that looked like hope sparked in Holly’s eyes. “You don’t look like a weirdo, but people just don’t do this sort of thing.”
Jenna looked at her steadily. There was something about the young woman across from her, but then she always saw the best in everyone. “It’s your choice,” she said quietly. “Let me know when you decide.”
A slow smile illuminated Holly’s face. “Thank you,” she said. “I appreciate the offer, and I accept.” Tears glittered in her eyes. “I can’t remember the last time I was in someone’s home.”
Jenna started the car again and pulled out. “Where’s your stuff?”
Holly shrugged. “I don’t have much, but it’s in a locker at the bus depot.” She looked down at her clothes. “I should probably change, but what I have there isn’t much better.”
“I was thinking maybe you’d like to do some laundry. I live in James Bay, so the bus depot in on the way.”
Holly sat up a little straighter. “Thanks, I’d like that.”
* * *
“HOPE I DIDN’T SHOWER for too long.” Holly wiggled her bare toes on the hardwood floor. “I haven’t felt safe when showering for a long time, and I sort of overdid it.”
Jenna shook her head. “No problem. The house was renovated recently and they upgraded the water heater.”
Holly looked around. “It’s beautiful, but the rent must be a fortune.”
A blush crept into Jenna’s cheeks. “I own it, actually.”
Holly paused by a bookshelf and bent to examine a photograph. “What a cute little boy.” She turned. “What is he, about seven?”
“That was taken on his eighth birthday, just a couple of weeks ago. His name is Danny.”
“Danny,” Holly repeated, reaching out to caress the picture frame. “I love the way he’s smiling into the camera. Did you take this?”
“Yes.”
“It’s easy to see how much he loves you.” She sighed. “I’d like to have children someday. Who knows, maybe I will.”
“He’s not my son.” Jenna’s voice was barely audible. “It just seemed that way.”
“I’m sorry,” said Holly, trying to backtrack. “I’m always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Please don’t hate me for that.”
Jenna smiled through her tears. “You’re doing fine.” She glanced over at the picture of Danny. “It’s just that I miss him, but I’d rather not talk about that right now.” She motioned to the table. “I hope you like Chinese. I ordered while you were in the shower.”
Holly’s story came out slowly as they ate.
“I was given up for adoption when I was born.” She kept her eyes averted, staring down at her plate. “I always thought there was something more to my story, you know? But my parents assured me that every adopted child feels that way... that they’re special somehow and their mother is coming back any day. That didn’t happen, so I guess they were right. Anyway, my parents were good to me, and I grew up much like all the other kids in the neighbourhood. Except that deep down I always knew I was different.” Tears welled in her eyes. “Someone hadn’t loved me enough to keep me. Anyway, Mom and Dad got a divorce when I was about fifteen. Dad lost his job and started to drink, but Mom wasn’t much better. She turned into one of these women who hated the idea of growing old. After they were divorced, she started dressing way too young for her age, and she went out to bars a lot. She met a guy; his name was Rusty. He was okay for the first year or so, and I thought things were going to get better, but then he started paying attention to me.” She glanced sideways. “You know what I mean?”
Jenna nodded.
“One time he came into my bedroom when I was changing and fondled my breasts. I was so shocked I just stood there, and he took that as permission to continue. He rubbed up against me...” she shuddered. “I was quite naïve for my age, and I remember being repulsed by him. I threatened to scream and fought him off, but I knew he’d try it again. I told Mom, but she didn’t believe me. As a matter of fact, she slapped me in the face for saying what I did. I slept with a knife under my pillow that night, but I knew I had to leave.” She chased a few grains of rice around with her chopsticks, then dropped them, clattering onto the plate. “I’ve read a few romance novels, and that’s usually the reason girls run away in those books, but I found out for myself that it actually happens. So I left home and ended up down here.” She gave Jenna a level look. “That was three years ago, and I’d rather not say what I’ve done to survive in that time.” Her head came up. “But I did. I survived.”
“You did what you had to do, but I have to ask you one question. Are you on drugs?”
The look of relief on Holly’s face was her answer. “No. That’s one thing I can be thankful for.”
“So you’re what... nineteen?”
“Yeah.” She gave a wry smile. “Nineteen and I know a lot about life on the streets, but nothing much else. Most girls my age have started a career by now.”
“That’s true, but a lot of them also hate what they’re doing and start over again. I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.” Jenna cocked her head to one side. “If you had your choice, what would you do?”
Holly thought for a moment. “I don’t really know. I’ve never allowed myself to have those sort of dreams. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. We’ll figure it out.”
“We?”
“Yes, you and me. I’m not putting you back out on the street, Holly. You’d be doing me a favour if you stayed here for at least a couple of weeks.”
“Sure I would.” She gave Jenna a second look. “Why?”
“Because I’ve been feeling sorry for myself.” She spread her arms. “Look at me. I have this wonderful house, I’m getting my business rebooted, and I’m moping around like I don’t know what. Hearing your story makes me ashamed of myself.”
“What business?”
“I’m a photographer. Come on, I’ll show you my studio.”
“Wow. This is so cool.” Holly examined an umbrella. “I’ve seen this sort of stuff in movies, but never in real life. And all these lights... do you really need them all?”
Jenna looked around. “Yeah, pretty well. Different lights for different effects.”
“I guess.” She seemed fascinated by a diffuser. “Would I be in the way if I watched you work?” She continued quickly. “Although I suppose I should get out and find a proper job.”
Jenna pretended to be offended. “Are you saying this isn’t a proper job?”
Holly looked up, startled. “Not really. I’m just feeling my way here.”
“Sorry for teasing and no, I don’t mind if you watch. Why don’t we take it easy the first couple of weeks? Let you get used to living a somewhat normal life for a while.”
“Somewhat normal?”
Jenna chuckled. “I have a couple of sittings coming up with children. You’ll see what I mean.” The phone rang and she tried not to show her disappointment when it wasn’t Brett. “Luna Vista Photography.” She spoke for several moments, then smiled at Holly. “You must be good luck. That was someone who wants a series of photos of their two children and their dog.”
Over the next couple of weeks Holly proved herself to be a fast learner. She soon settled into her new persona, adopting a uniform of a large black shirt belted around her narrow waist, and black leggings. Her only concession to colour was a series of brightly coloured scarves which she used to hold back her long black hair. Moving quietly in the background, or dealing with cranky children, she became an asset to Luna Vista in no time.
“Do you think you’d like to stay?” asked Jenna one night after they’d successfully photographed a surly teenager.
Holly looked up from her salad. “I’d like that,” she said simply. The subservient young woman had been replaced by a quietly confident professional. Jenna took great pride in watching the transformation.
Holly put down her fork. “Excuse me a moment. I have something I’d like to show you.”
She came back a moment later with a file folder. She opened it and spread out several sheets of paper in front of Jenna. “When I was on the streets, I spent as much time as I could at the library, using their free internet access. I learned a lot about web design, and I’ve been making some notes about what I think yours could look like.”
Jenna studied the layout. “This is amazing. I should have done this years ago but better late than never, right?”
“Right. Now if I can have permission to use your computer, I’ll get started. And oh... I’d like to contact some of your former customers and get some testimonials. Potential customers like to read what other people have to say.”
BRETT TOSSED HIS SCRUBS into the laundry hamper and headed for the showers. Today’s surgeries had gone well, but he hadn’t experienced his usual satisfaction. Bracing his hands against the shower wall, he allowed the hot water to beat on his shoulders while he studied the mental calendar that was never far from his conscious thoughts. He’d promised himself to wait for two months before contacting Jenna, but he hadn’t anticipated that the days would drag by so slowly. Just last night Danny had asked him when they could visit her and he’d offered a vague answer that didn’t fool the child one bit. The boy had looked up at him with those all-knowing eyes and Brett had almost gathered him up then and there and jumped in the car.
He checked his phone half a dozen times a day, each time hoping for a different outcome. But there was no message, and he was beginning to wonder if his plan had backfired – if she really had moved on with her life and forgotten them.
He wandered through the ER on his way out of the hospital. Stella was back on the afternoon shift, and he’d taken to stopping by after work for a quick visit.
“Hi there,” she said, looking up from a chart. “Finished for the day?”
He nodded. “Just thought I’d –”
“– stop by.” She shook her head. “You’re becoming predictable. Want a coffee?”
“No, thanks.” He shuffled his feet. “I should get home to Danny.”
“Then what are you doing here?” She held up a hand. “No, don’t answer. We both know you’re wasting time because you don’t want to go home to a house without Jenna.”
His jaw tightened, but he couldn’t deny it. As usual, his friend had hit the nail on the head.
“It’s not rocket science, Brett. You’re crazy about her. So why are you moping around here instead of going and telling her? Sheesh!” She turned her back and walked away.
* * *
“WHAT SHALL WE HAVE for dinner?” Jenna stood in front of the open pantry, looking for inspiration.
Holly looked up from the computer. “Pancakes!”
Jenna stilled, her hand on the open door. “Did you say pancakes?”
“Jenna, what’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I know a little boy who loves pancakes.”
“You mean Danny?”
Jenna had stopped being surprised by the things Holly remembered. “Yes, Danny. The first day I was at their place, he told me he’d like pancakes for breakfast every day.” Her eyes filled with tears, but she smiled at the memory. “We negotiated that down to twice a week, and sometimes on weekends.”
Holly saved her file and studied the older woman. “You lived with him?”
Jenna nodded. “After Phil stole everything from me, I slept in my car for three nights. On the fourth day, Danny jumped into my car and told me he was running away from home. We talked for a while and I eventually took him back home. It’s a long story, but Brett and Danny were without a housekeeper and I was without a place to stay, so I lived with them for a month, taking care of Danny.”
“Brett is his father.”
“Yeah. He loved his little boy, but he was having a hard time showing it. He bought me this house to thank me for bringing them back together again.”
“I was wondering how you managed that.” Holly tilted her head to one side. “Why haven’t I seen Danny? Doesn’t he come to visit?”
The tears were flowing now. “I was hoping Brett would bring him. He’s too young to come on the bus by himself. But no...” Her voice trailed off.
“And you’re in love with Brett.” The startled look on Jenna’s face confirmed it. “So why don’t you do something about it?”
“I don’t know,” she murmured. Her gaze drifted around the little house, touching on each object as if she’d never seen it before. “I’m afraid he doesn’t want me. I mean, why would he buy me this house and set me up in business again if he wanted me?” She closed the pantry door and wandered into the living area, where her kite hung in a corner. It haunted her every day and she took it down now, turning it in her hands. “You’re right, though. I love him.” She looked up to find that Holly had followed her into the living room. “I’ve never said that out loud before. It sounded good.” A pale smile broke through the tears. “I think I fell in love with him the first time I saw him.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“It’s true, I did.”
“No... I mean I can’t believe you’re moping around here, waiting for him to come to you. Have you at least sent him a text?”
“I want to, but I’m afraid he won’t answer.” She pressed her fingers into her temples. “I know, I know. I’m not making any sense.” She wandered over to the front window and looked out onto the street. A wind had come up, and yellow leaves tumbled through the air. She made a sudden decision. “I’m going down to Clover Point with my kite. It may be too windy to fly it, but at least I’ll be out of the house for a while. I need to clear my head.”
“Good idea. I’ll keep working on the website; I’m almost done.”
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BRETT BURST INTO THE kitchen. “Good evening Mrs. Sawyer. Where is Danny?”
“He’s upstairs,” stammered the startled housekeeper. “In his room.”
Brett was already halfway up the stairs.
“Danny!” He entered his son’s room, expecting to find him playing Minecraft. Instead, the boy was sitting on his bed, looking down at a small photo album.
“What do you have there?”
Danny gripped the album tightly. “Jenna gave it to me. It’s pictures she took of us.” He moved it slightly so his father could see, but did not give up possession. “See? That’s us at the kite festival.” He turned the page. “And this is us flying our kites on the beach at Parksville.” He traced the string of the kite with his finger. “But there’s something wrong with these pictures.”
A vice clamped around Brett’s heart; he knew what Danny was going to say.
“Somebody’s missing.” He finally looked up. “Jenna should be in the pictures with us. I miss her, Dad.”
“So do I.”
Danny’s face lit up. “You do?”
“Yes, and I think it’s time we did something about it. Get your jacket. We’re going visiting.”
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HOLLY’S HEART LEAPED into her throat at the sound of pounding on the door. She was safe now, and she knew it, but sudden noises still startled her.
“I’m coming,” she muttered, looking out through the beveled glass panels. A man and a little boy stood impatiently on the porch. The man was half turned away, but she recognized the boy immediately. She opened the door.
“Hello, may I help you?” Even unshaven and desperate looking, the man was incredibly good looking. Jenna must be insane.
Brett looked over her shoulder. “Is Jenna here?”
“No, I’m afraid not.” She offered her hand. “I’m her assistant, Holly.” She looked down at the boy. “I already know who you are. You’re Danny.” She stepped aside. “Please, come in.”
“Will Jenna be back soon?” Brett looked hopeful. “Oh, I’m Brett Carmichael.”
Danny ignored his father. “You’re Jenna’s assistant?” A frown furrowed his brow. “But I want to be her assistant. I’m learning to take pictures and everything.” He fumbled in the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small digital camera. “See?”
Holly shot a quick look at Brett who was looking hungrily around the house, as though Jenna might appear. “Wow,” she said, taking the proffered camera from Danny. “That’s a sweet looking camera.” She squatted down. “I do things like answer the phone and move lights around. I haven’t graduated to taking pictures yet.”
Danny’s little chest puffed out. “So you’re not a real assistant.”
“Not yet,” she allowed, “but I hope to learn some day. Jenna’s a good teacher.”
“I taught her how to fly a kite,” the boy said proudly.
“Speaking of which, that’s where she is.” Holly rose and looked directly at Brett. “She took her kite down to Clover Point.”
“Thank you.” Brett looked down at his son. “Do you want to come with me, or would you like to stay here with Holly?”
Danny hesitated. “Would you like to see my pictures?” he asked.
“I’d love to,” she said, meeting Brett’s gaze with a nod. “And I can show you the studio, but that’s not nearly as interesting.”
“It’s okay.” Danny looked up at his father. “I think Daddy wants to kiss Jenna. Maybe I should stay here with you. Do you promise to bring her back?”
Brett took a deep breath. “Absolutely.” He turned and went out the door.
“Hey, that’s me,” said Danny, spotting the picture.
“I know.” Holly smiled as Brett’s footsteps pounded down the front steps. “Jenna will be so happy to see you. She’s missed you every day.”
“She has?”
“Danny my boy.” Holly gave a low chuckle. “You have no idea.”
* * *
JENNA PARKED BY THE open field and stared through the windshield, lost in thought. Holly was right – she should have made an effort to contact Brett, but every time she tried, she froze. Somehow she’d managed to convince herself that if she didn’t contact him, and he didn’t rebuff her, then there was still hope.
A kite came swooping to the ground a few feet in front of her car, startling her out of her reverie. The older man, one of the regular flyers, grinned sheepishly, and pantomimed the swirling winds.
Grabbing her own kite, Jenna got out. He was right; the gusts seemed to come from every direction today, and the updraft from the cliffs magnified their unpredictability. But she was here, and the wind felt good against her upraised face. She walked to the launch spot, put down her kite and started to unroll her line.
Her kite rose into the air with the first tug. She let out more line and watched it climb into the grey sky, diving and jinking in the unpredictable wind. If only Danny was here... he’d love this.
“Jenna.”
Now she was imagining things. That sounded just like Brett.
“Jenna?”
There it was again.
Afraid to look, a desperate groan caught in her throat. But she had to know. Light-headed and oddly breathless, she turned. Across the field, Brett stood watching her, his smile widening as she dropped the handle of her kite. For one glorious moment, it rose in the air, then made a swooping descent to the ground, unobserved by either of them.
“Brett?” Anticipation shimmered through her. “What are you doing here?”
A flare of hunger flashed in his eyes as he strode across the field. “I got tired of waiting for you to come to me.” He spread his hands. “So here I am.”
“You want me?” The pieces of her broken heart started to mend.
“More than anything in this world.” A gust of wind caught her hair and he brushed it away tenderly. “We miss you, Jenna.” Something moved in the depths of his eyes. “What am I saying? We love you.”
“You do? I thought... oh, Brett, I love you too.”
His mouth settled over hers with barely restrained hunger. Oblivious to the worsening weather, they clung together, tasting the want on each other’s lips.
Brett pulled back, his gaze slightly unfocused. “You’ll marry me?”
She took a shaky breath. “I’ll marry you. And Danny, too. Where is he?”
“He’s with Holly. He’s missed you so much, Jenna.”
“No more than I’ve missed him.” She held out her hand. “Come on, let’s pick up my kite so we can go back. I’m dying to see him.”
“Jenna!” Danny ran out onto the front porch as they pulled up. A satisfied smile tugged at his mouth as he observed Jenna and Brett holding hands.
“Did you kiss her?” he asked his father.
“Sure did.”
“Did she kiss you back?”
Jenna went down on her knees and opened her arms. “I certainly did. I’ve missed you so much, Danny.”
He buried his head in her neck. “Me too. Are you coming back?”
“Yes.” She hugged him again. “Your father and I are getting married.”
“You’re going to be my mother?”
“If that’s what you’d like.” She searched his face. “What do you think?”
“I think that would be excellent. I’ve been wishing for it every night.” He looked up at his father. “Can I have a tuxedo?”
Brett looked at Jenna, then back at Danny. “What for?”
“For the wedding. I’m going to be your best man, aren’t I?”
“Absolutely.” Brett turned to Jenna and rolled his eyes. “Are you sure you want to be part of this family?”
Danny giggled. “Don’t be silly, Daddy. She already is.” His dark eyes settled on Jenna. “Now I think we should ‘gotiate about the pancakes...”
“WHO ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE?” Looking handsome in a charcoal jacket and white open-necked shirt, Brett surveyed the glittering crowd at the opening night of the exhibition. Spotlights picked out the striking black and white photographs lining the walls of the Front Street Gallery, and he headed toward one that had been drawing a crowd since the doors opened.
“They’re a mixture of people.” Holly accompanied him, stopping every once in a while to thank someone for coming. “By the way, there are quite a few of your people here tonight.”
“My people?”
“Yes,” she said impatiently. “Hospital people. Jenna seems to be a favourite of theirs.”
The exhibit, Street People: The Invisibles had caused quite a stir when it was previewed last week on the local television station. The media was here in full force again tonight, and at the moment they surrounded Jenna, who was answering their questions with her usual unflappable calm.
“I see my wife is surrounded.” Jenna’s searching gaze found him at that moment; she acknowledged the love shining from his eyes with a slight inclination of her head. “Where is Danny?”
“He hasn’t left her side all night.” Holly went up on her toes. “We just can’t see him behind that crowd.”
Brett looked down at the young woman. “With all that’s happened, I haven’t had a chance to thank you for staying at the house. You’re sure you don’t mind living there alone?”
“Are you kidding? I’m loving it. Jenna’s worried that I’ll become too independent and never want to get married.”
Brett looked at her fondly. “You have a lot of time for that.”
Holly lifted her shoulders in an elegant shrug. “We’ll see.”
* * *
“MRS. CARMICHAEL.” THE reporter from Monday Magazine raised a pencil. “Why did you choose black and white film for the exhibition?”
Jenna smiled at the softball question. “It’s my preferred medium, although there are always some subjects that just call out for colour.”
“The pictures are absolutely striking.” The reporter glanced around. “One of my colleagues was saying that you seem to have captured the soul of each individual. How did you manage to do that?”
“Certainly not alone.” Jenna rested a hand on Danny’s head. “My son is a budding photographer, but he has more than technical ability. Danny has that rare quality that sets some photographers apart. He learned who these people are; he connected with them.” She indicated a row of prints with a sweep of her hand. “None of these photographs would be nearly as compelling without him.” Danny’s hand slipped into hers.
“So your son deserves some of the credit?”
“My son and my office manager. I don’t know how she did it, but she kept us organized through this entire effort. So I have both of them to thank.”
“What are you hoping to accomplish with this exhibition?”
“We want you to see the street people. That’s why the sub-title of the exhibit is The Invisibles. Most of us don’t even see them. Either that or we go out of our way to avoid them. This is our way of giving them a voice. That’s all.”
“A voice that’s sure to be heard. Thank you.”
* * *
JENNA KICKED OFF HER shoes at the back door and staggered into the living room. The formal furniture was long gone, replaced by soft, comfortable chairs grouped around the fireplace. “We did it,” she said to Danny, holding up her hand for a high five before collapsing into the closest chair. “You were great.”
“You, too, Mom. But I didn’t see your friend Jodi.”
“She couldn’t come. Neither could Stella, so I’m going to give them both a private tour next week.”
“That’s good.” Danny yawned and crawled into the oversized chair beside her. “Remember that first day, Mom? When you were homeless and I was running away?”
Brett set the tea tray on a side table.
“Yes.” Jenna smiled at the memory. “I remember everything about that day.”
“I’m glad we all found each other.” He looked up at his father. “Aren’t you, Dad?”
Brett looked down at the two people who made up his world. “Every day, Son. Every day.”
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