“Jake would do that for anyone.”
He makes another rude sound with his nose. “Jake has been in love with you for eighteen years.”
“Jake was married to someone else,” I remind him. “So was I.”
“But you’re not anymore. Neither one of you.”
I heave a sigh. “I need to get home.”
“You mind what I said, you hear?” He warns me with a look.
“Yes, sir.” I give him a smart salute and start for the door.
“I need a ride to the doctor tomorrow,” he calls to my back.
I turn back and point to my chest. “Do you want me to take you?”
He shakes his head. “No. I asked Gabby to drive for me.”
“Why can’t Jake take you?”
“Jake needs to stay with you.”
“Why?”
“I sometimes get a feeling in these old bones.” He rubs his knee.
A chill skitters up my spine. “What kind of feeling?
He chuckles. “A feeling like Jake needs to stay here with you.” He clears his throat. “You going to let Gabby drive me or what?”
“As long as Gabby’s okay with it, it’s fine with me.”
“She’s a good kid,” he says. He finally smiles at me. “Reminds me of you at that age. Too smart for her own good. Too kind. Too pretty.”
I don’t know if that’s good or not.
“You done good with your family, Katie.”
“Thank you.”
“You done good…until you didn’t.”
I nod, and my throat suddenly closes, and I get choked with emotion. “I’m working on it.”
He turns back to his puzzle and I can tell that I’ve been dismissed.
I let myself out and see the golf cart sitting at the foot of the steps.
Mr. Jacobson opens the door to tell me, “Take the cart!”
“Thank you!” I call back.
“Whatever,” he murmurs. Then he closes the door.
24
Jake
Pop is going to love this. I look down and wiggle my toes. I have pink toenails. “They’re almost as pretty as Sally’s,” I say.
Trixie smiles up at me from her perch by my feet.
“I can’t believe you let her do that,” Alex taunts.
Neither can I.
Alex stands across from us, tossing the ball. It’s ten o’clock at night, and I’m pretty sure the kids are usually in bed by now, but their mom is still asleep in my bed. The oldest is curled up on the couch reading a book. “What time do you guys usually go to bed?” I ask.
“Whenever we get tired,” Alex says. He tosses the ball into the air again.
I immediately want to blurt out the word bullshit, but Trixie giggles, Alex chuckles, and Gabby rolls her eyes every time I say a curse word, so I’m trying to watch my language.
Gabby lays her book down on the arm of the couch and stands. “Liar,” she says to Alex. She motions toward both of the younger kids, in a mother-hen shooing motion. “Time for bed, you two.”
With some moaning and groaning, they walk toward the bedroom, and I hear them shuffling around as Gabby gets them into their pajamas. She comes out a few minutes later. Trixie is right behind her, and she has a book stuck under her arm. She’s wearing pajamas with little fairies on them, and she has on fuzzy, colorful socks that don’t match. “Will you read me a book?” she asks me, standing beside the arm of the chair where I’m sitting.
Gabby motions Trixie toward her. “Bring it here,” she says. “I’ll do it.”
“I want Jake to do it,” Trixie says quietly. She steps over Sally to get closer to me. Then she climbs into my lap, all elbows and knees, and settles with her back against my chest.
Well, okay…
I take the book from her and open it up.
“She knows it by heart,” Gabby says. “Mom reads it every night.”
Trixie turns the page to the beginning of the story.
“I’ve never read this book,” I tell her.
She looks up at me with her bright blue eyes so clear and trusting. “You’ll love it. It’s a really good book.”
“I’m sure I will.” I kiss her on the forehead, just because it’s there, and she settles deeper against me. Then I start to read. I read until she goes soft against me and stops turning pages. I read long after I think she’s asleep, just to be sure she is.
“She’s out,” Gabby says quietly. She gets up and opens her arms. “I’ll take her to bed.”
“I can do it.” I stand up, hoisting Trixie gently in my arms.
“Bottom bunk,” Gabby says.
I take the limp bundle in my arms to the bed, pull the covers back, and settle her. She turns to face the wall, and rests her hands beneath her face. I cover her up, tucking the blankets around her. Then something pushes against my leg. I look down and find Sally with one paw on the bed, like he’s waiting for me to move. I step back and he hoists himself up, spins around once, and settles down beside Trixie. He lifts his head long enough to give me a look like “I got this.” Then he heaves out a huge sigh and closes his eyes.