Half an hour later, Hayley tiptoed down the stairs, finger to her lips as she perched on the arm of the chair across from where Daniel sat on the couch, eyes closed. “They’re asleep,” she whispered, not sure whether he was awake.
His eyes opened sleepily. “Already?”
“It’s probably because I sang. They forced themselves to fall asleep so they wouldn’t have to listen.” She looked down at her feet, feeling suddenly unsure of herself. “How did everything turn out?”
“We lost one.”
“Aw, Daniel. I’m sorry.”
“Their daughter’s going to be devastated when she gets home.”
“How old is she?”
“Sixteen.”
Hayley nodded thoughtfully. “Hard lesson, impermanence.”
“I suppose.” He looked like he wanted to say more, but was biting his tongue.
She looked around, then got up to gather the books into a neat pile. Despite her best efforts, she hadn’t quite been able to corral the detritus of a day with two seven-year-olds. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that today. It never gets easier, does it?”
“No, it really doesn’t.”
Her eyes scanned his face, but it was strangely blank. “Are you okay?”
“Just done in.”
“Okay. I should—I should go so you can get to bed.”
He shook his head. “You don’t have to go. I mean, unless you want to. You’ve been here for two days, for God’s sake. You probably can’t wait to get out of here.”
Why did his voice sound so funny? It was almost like he wanted her to leave. “Are you kidding? I loved every minute of being here.”
“Every minute?”
“Well, the smoking lasagna was a low point, but all the rest were good.”
Except for the part where Evelyn put me in my proverbial place.
“I’m sorry you had to be here for so long. I had no idea what I was riding out to over there.”
“It was no problem. We had fun.”
He was silent for a long moment, then leaned forward and put his head in his hands, scrubbing his forehead. “I just got a call from my attorney. Evelyn filed for custody this afternoon. For real.” His voice was exhausted, sad, and she fought the urge to go sit beside him, fought the urge to take his two-day-bearded face in her hands and kiss the worry lines away.
Then she had a frightening thought. Oh, God. Was it because Hayley’d admitted he’d been out on a call for two days straight? Had that been the straw that had finally pushed the stupid camel to go all the way?
She swallowed hard. “You’re—you’re kidding.”
“I wish I was.”
“That woman.” Hayley got up and started pacing back and forth, setting the mugs back on the table and clenching her fists. Should she tell him Evelyn had come by? “She can’t possibly win, can she?”
“My attorney assures me she can’t, but at this point I think the threat of the battle is as much her point as the end result anyway.”
“Could this end up going to court?”
“Possibly.”
“Oh, no. They wouldn’t make the girls appear, would they?”
“That’s the fear she’s banking on. That I’ll capitulate so they don’t have to go before a judge.”
Hayley couldn’t imagine poor Bryn and Gracie getting dragged into a courtroom, peering up at a robed judge, fearing they were going to lose their daddy. “Omigod, Daniel. What are you going to do?”
“I have a few options.”
“Like?”
“Option one is to pack them up and leave the country.” He sighed. “So, since that’s illogical on so many levels, I’m looking at option two: if my attorney can’t get this thing squashed, maybe I just need to move back to Denver and call off Evelyn’s dogs. Because as long as I stay here, that woman is going to make my life a living hell. That I’m sure of.”
“You’d really go back there?”
“Not willingly.”
Hayley bit her lip. “What about option three? Burying her in the backyard?”
“Don’t tempt me. In my current state, I could claim sleep-deprived insanity.”
“Still…jail time.”
“Right.” He sighed. “So we’re back to option two.”
“Back to Denver.” She felt a mixture of queasiness and pain as she processed the possibility.
He was quiet for a moment, then looked at her intently. “There could be an option four.”
Her stomach jumped. “I’m all ears.”
“You marry me, move out here, and partner with me in the practice.”
Hayley felt her mouth fall open as she looked at his tired eyes. Then she clamped it firmly shut and shook her head. He didn’t really mean it.
“Wow. You really do need sleep.”
“Is that a no?”
“Daniel, be serious. You are all kinds of crazy right now. It’s been a hideous day, Evelyn’s knocking down your door, and you’re two options away from packing the kids in the truck and disappearing. I’m pretty sure we shouldn’t take anything that comes out of your mouth right now very seriously. Especially—that.”
“I think I resent that.”
“You can resent me now, but you’ll thank me in the morning when you barely remember this conversation.” The queasiness in her stomach was replaced by little chainsaws. He wasn’t asking her because he loved her. He was asking her because Evelyn had laid her ace on the table and he was fresh out of other options.
Evelyn had been right, dammit.
Daniel stood up and took a step toward her. In response, she stepped backward. “I’m dead serious, Hayley. And this isn’t a result of two sleep-deprived nights, or a crazy mother-in-law, or a dead horse. This is something I’ve been thinking about for months. You hate your practice and you love mine. I’m offering you a chance to come work with animals bigger than your own head.”
“You were offering a lot more than that a few seconds ago.”
“Well, in retrospect I should probably not have lumped it all together. Let’s just talk about work.”
“Daniel, as much as I love it out here, I can’t leave my practice. My uncle gave it to me, after paying for a good portion of my tuition. I can’t just say thanks, but no thanks two years later. I’d never be able to live with myself.”
“Okay, then forget about work. Bad place to start. What about the rest?”
“Oh, Lord.” She looked toward the door. “You don’t mean the rest. You’re tired, you’re stressed, your back is up against a wall, and this might sound like a good solution to all that right now, but in the morning, you’re going to be staring at your coffee wondering what the hell you said last night.”
“So—” He rubbed his hand over his stubble, and Hayley cringed internally as she realized how badly she wanted to kiss that same stubble, wanted to feel it rub against her skin. “So these past few months—this week—what is that to you?”
“I’m not sure what you mean.” She crossed her arms slowly.
“All this time, have you ever thought maybe this was…something? Me? You? Us?”
“Of course! It’s been fun. We have a great time.”
Oh, God. What was she saying?
“Ouch.”
“Why ouch? Fun is good. I love it out here, I love your girls, I love—being with you guys.”
And the perfect next sentence might have been I love you, but she knew they both heard the gaping hole where it didn’t actually land.
He stared at her for just long enough that she had to break his gaze. Either that or she was going to get sucked into those eyes, move toward him against her will, wrap herself up in him and never let go.
Finally he made a frustrated sound and shook his head. “I have to be honest with you, Hayley. I really thought maybe we were working on something here that could turn out to be more than a casual friendship.”
“Well, if it’s any consolation, I definitely don’t kiss my casual friends. Or sleep with them.”
“Very reassuring.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, then sighed.
The only way out of this was to lay it on herself, not him. Even though she’d come out here, fallen completely in love with Montana, with the girls, with him, there was no way she could admit it now.
She’d been played by a master, apparently. Maybe he didn’t even realize he was playing her, but Hayley couldn’t get Evelyn’s words out of her head. When the dust settled on the custody thing and Daniel woke up and realized he didn’t need her anymore, what then?
If she made a clean break now, at least then she could leave with an ounce of pride intact. “I shouldn’t have kissed you. Not last summer, not this week. I just—I shouldn’t have. And I never should have stayed the night. I’m a bad risk, Daniel. I don’t believe in forever or happily-ever-after or any of that stuff. I never have, and I never will. I’m just not built for permanence. I’m sorry if I ever gave the impression that I was.”
The words sliced at her ribs as she realized how much she didn’t believe them anymore. How much she’d been dying to show him how he’d convinced her they weren’t true.
“You’ve been pretty clear about it, actually.”
“I really like you. Really, really like you. But I’m not the one who’s going to be your option four.”
“I do have the capability of asking more romantically than that.”
She laughed sadly. “I know. I’m just saying—I’m all sharp corners and jagged edges, Daniel. I’m not the girl you need, and I’m not going to say I’ll move out here and pretend I am, only to see it all blow up. That wouldn’t be good for anybody, especially the girls.”
He stared at her, hard. “Hayley, can you really tell me you don’t feel anything?”
“No. But I don’t feel the right anything, and it’s not fair to you to pretend it could ever be any different.”
“Wow.” He sat back down, looking deflated. Looking not at all like someone who was playing games, but she didn’t dare trust it.
“Daniel, you need to decide what’s right for you and the girls, without me—or anyone else—in the mix.”
“What if you’re what’s right for me and the girls?”
Oh, God. Why was he saying these things now, when she was trying to extract herself? “I’m not. I’m really not. I wish I were. I wish I could wave a magic wand and make things right again, but I can’t. I can’t bring Katie back, and I most certainly can’t replace her.”
His eyes widened as his mouth formed a hard line, and Hayley winced at the pain in his face.
His voice was deathly quiet. “I would never ask you to replace her.”
“I know. But she’s in your heart, Daniel, and I’m not sure there’s really enough room for someone else in there.” Hayley bit her lip and turned away, but not before she felt tears crowd her eyes. “Oh, boy. Okay. I really need to go.”
As she gathered her bag and coat from the entranceway, she heard his strangled voice as he got back up from the couch.
“Don’t go, Hayls. Don’t go like this.”
She looked up at him, knowing he could see the tears in her eyes, dammit.
“I have to. I’ve already done what I never meant to do, and I don’t want to hurt you any more by pretending I’m something I’m not.”
“No one’s asking you to pretend anything.” He put his hand up to touch her, but she backed away. If she felt his skin on hers, she’d never be able to make herself go.
“I can’t be what you need, Daniel. I can’t be what the girls need, or what they deserve.” Her voice went quiet. “I’m sorry if I made you think otherwise. I really, really am.”