Liz merged onto the freeway. “Melissa, that’s enough,” she said sternly. “You can be mad at me if you want, but don’t take it out on Abby. No one is going into foster care and you know it. You may not like the idea of moving, but in the few weeks you’ve known me I’ve done my best to take care of you.”
“You might be able to make us move, but I’ll never forgive you,” Melissa announced. “I’ll hate you forever.”
“Something we’ll both have to live with,” Liz told her.
She glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Abby was crying. Melissa had her head turned away, so Liz wasn’t sure how upset she was. Nothing about this situation was easy, she thought sadly. Nothing was the way it was supposed to be.
No one spoke. After a few minutes, she turned on the radio. A while later, Abby’s tears stopped. She sniffed every now and then but otherwise was silent. Melissa sat stiffly in her seat. When they finally arrived back in Fool’s Gold, Liz was actually relieved to be in town.
She drove directly to the house and had barely put the car in park before Melissa jumped out. Abby followed her sister.
Liz got out more slowly, then came to a stop when she saw Ethan at the top of the porch stairs.
He’d spent the morning with Tyler and no doubt wanted to complain about something or throw her under a nearby bus. She was too tired and drained for another fight, but telling him that felt like admitting weakness.
“I take it things didn’t go well,” he guessed as he approached her.
“Knowing their dad is in prison and seeing him there are two different things. They’re upset.”
He was tall and handsome and the fact that she noticed made her want to stomp her foot in frustration. Why did he have to be the one man on the planet able to win her with a single look? Even now, with the injunction, the past and everything else between them, all she could think about was stepping into his strong embrace and letting him handle things for a little while.
“They took it out on you,” he assumed, not asking a question.
“I’m an easy target.”
He reached toward her. She thought about stepping back but instead braced herself. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
The light brush of his fingers against her skin made her warm inside and a little stronger. Craziness, she told herself. Ethan might not be the enemy, but he wasn’t exactly her friend.
“Let’s go riding,” he offered.
“What?”
“We’ll rent bikes. For all of us. Getting out of the house will make Melissa and Abby feel better and you won’t have to deal with them alone.”
“It makes me nervous when you’re nice,” she admitted.
“I guess I should be nice more often so you get used to it.”
“I find that unlikely.”
He gave her a slow, sexy smile. “Don’t sell yourself short.”
“Very funny. I was trying to indicate I’m not sure you can be nice.”
“Try me.”
She would like to, even if that made her the local idiot. “I think a bike ride would be safer.”
A HALF HOUR LATER, THEY HAD bikes and were making their way around the lake. Sunlight sparkled on the water where paddle boats glided. Families sat on the grass or under the trees. On the other side of the bike path, teenaged boys played with a Frisbee.
Ethan hung back, wanting to make sure that Melissa and Abby were both comfortable and safe as they rode. Abby stayed close to Liz, talking easily. Melissa was in front, her shoulders stiff, her pace determined. The teenager was obviously still angry.
Tyler was on the other side of his mother. Ethan watched his son weave back and forth, deliberately riding a serpentine course. Every now and then he took both hands off the handlebars, causing his mother to glance at him. Tyler grinned and returned his hands to the bars.
When a family on bikes came toward them on the wide, paved path, everyone moved to the side. Melissa wobbled a little and had to put her foot down to keep from falling. Ethan rode up to her.
“Been a long time,” he said with a grin. “It’ll come back to you.”
“Riding bikes is for kids,” she said, pouting.
“Ever hear of the Tour de France?”
She sniffed. “That’s some big race.”
“Right. Know what they ride?”
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes. “Kids and weird people.”
He held in a laugh.
They were a ways back from Liz and the kids. He lowered his voice.
“Who are you really mad at? Your dad for being in prison or Liz for wanting to move back to San Francisco?”
She turned away. “I’m mad at Liz.”
“I don’t believe that.”
She glared at him, tears filling her eyes. “You don’t know anything.”
“I know some. I know this is hard. I know you’re about the bravest person I know, taking care of your sister like that. And I know Liz dropped everything to come here the second she got your e-mail.”
Melissa sucked in a breath. “Maybe.”
He didn’t know if she was talking about herself or Liz and decided not to push it.
“I don’t want to leave here and she’s going to make me,” Melissa said.