“Fine, I give. Ready for your work assignment?”
Nicole rattled off all the things she wanted me to do, and I got to work. But her question still lingered in my mind. I didn’t know if I was ever going to be ready for something like that. Bradley had been the love of my life. He protected his country and provided for his family. He gave me Lillian, the greatest gift I could’ve ever received. No man on this planet could top something like that.
But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t ever go out on a date with the man someday.
Graham was rough around the edges, but who wasn’t? Deep down, I knew a good man was in there, a broken man who hurt like I did. And his features were striking, ocean blue eyes and sun-kissed skin, hands that were calloused from hard work and strong forearms that had cradled my daughter’s leg with care.
I shook thoughts of him away as I got to work.
After five hours of stocking shelves, taking inventory, and receiving new things to drop in the storage closet to clean off, it was time for me to go. I had to get Lily from school and then it would be time for dinner.
“Guess what I did at school today?”
“What?” I asked.
“I played hide-and-seek, and no one could find me.”
“Wow, that’s awesome. Where were you hiding?” I asked.
“Behind a bush. No one checked behind the bushes. I think it was because of all the thorns.”
“What?” I asked.
I came to a stop at a stoplight and looked back at Lily. Her legs were moving a thousand miles a second as she told her hide-and-seek story, but I could still see the small cuts and scrapes as her leggings kept creeping up her legs. I sighed and shook my head as I drew in a deep breath. Lily was such a rough and tumble girl. I’d have to clean up her legs when we got home and make sure none of the cuts were too bad.
I’d then make certain to call the school and ask why no one informed me of the cuts on my daughter’s legs.
I pulled into the driveway and took Lily inside. I took her into the bathroom and cleaned up her legs, listening as she rattled on about her day painting and playing with the class turtle and trying to dye it red. I shook my head as I listened to her, running a cool wet washcloth over her legs.
Most of the scrapes were topical. A few of them were scabbed over, but none of them were deep.
“How about from now on, we keep our hide-and-seek place away from the thorny bushes?” I asked.
“But that was the best hiding spot, Mommy.”
“I know, I know. But your legs are pretty scraped up.”
“They don’t hurt.”
“It doesn’t matter. Even a little scrape can get infected if it’s not dealt with right away.”
“I don’t want an infection.”
“Then, stay away from the bushes. Okay?”
“Okay.”
I picked Lily off the bathroom counter and placed her on her feet. She took off for her room, destroying it in a whirlwind as I went to start dinner. I cooked up the macaroni and cheese and grilled up some vegetables for us to eat.
I always tried to make sure we ate dinner at the table. It was something Bradley had been adamant about. His family always had their family time around the dinner table in the evenings to talk about their days, and I wanted to keep some of those traditions alive. Lily’s feet swung at the table as she devoured her dinner, scarfing down her macaroni and stuffing her face full of red peppers.
“Slow down there, booger. You’re going to choke yourself.”
“But I’m so hungry,” Lily said with a full mouth. “And it tastes so good.”
“I’m glad you like it,” I said, giggling. “There’s more macaroni and cheese if you want it.”
The doorbell ringing caused me to furrow my brow. Who in the world was coming over in the middle of dinner? I got up and opened the door, expecting to see Nicole or Paul on the other side.
But instead, there was a pizza delivery man.
“An extra-large, three-meat pizza, a ten-inch round of cheesy bread, and a two-liter of Coke?”
“Mom! You ordered pizza?” Lily asked.
“No, no, I didn’t,” I said.
“Hey! You!”
I stuck my head out and saw Graham trotting across our lawn.
“The pizza’s not for her. It’s for me,” Graham said.
“No pizza?” Lily asked.
“You just got done eating dinner. And the pizza’s not for us,” I said.
“Here’s your money,” Graham said. “I’ll take that from you.”
“Could I please have some pizza?” Lily asked.
“No, ma’am,” I said. “You don’t ask for other people’s food after you’ve just had yours.”
I looked back at Graham and I saw that his eyes were gazing at my daughter. I looked between the two of them as Lily’s eyes watered over. I shook my head and sighed, preparing to apologize for my daughter’s manipulation tactic.
But as I looked back at Graham, I thought I saw his cheek twitch.
“Sure. You can have a slice,” Graham said.
“What?” I asked.
“Yay! Pizza!” Lily said.
My daughter grabbed onto my hand and dragged me back into the house. Before I knew what was happening, Graham had stepped in and pulled the door shut behind him. Lily pulled me into the kitchen chattering to Graham the whole time.
He turned and looked at me.
“Would you like a slice?” Graham asked.
“No, thanks. I made macaroni and cheese for us,” I said.
“Help yourself to one if you get hungry. There’s also cheesy bread,” he said.
“Mom, could I have some soda?” Lily asked.
“It’s too late for soda,” Graham said. “You should have milk or water.”
I furrowed my brow at his comment. It simply flew out of his mouth like the automated response of a parent.
I sat down by Lily at the kitchen table, my eyes taking him in. He continued to talk with my daughter and even went so far as to ask about her school day. She talked to him about her game and showed him her scraped up legs and, with the delicacy he showed over the weekend, he looked at her legs. Turned them over in his hands as he ran his eyes along her scrapes and cuts.
His eyes rose up to mine, and something passed between the two of us. His gaze held mine longer than normal, and I could feel my foot moving toward his underneath the table. Our toes bumped, and it caused me to jump, but he didn’t move his foot back. Every time I looked over at him, his eyes were on me. Studying me. Taking me in.
And his foot never moved away from mine.
“Have you been around kids before?” I asked.
That was when his foot moved swiftly away from mine underneath the table.
“I only ask because you seem to be really good with Lily,” I said.
“Do you have kids?” Lily asked. “Oh, could I play with them?”
His eyes slowly panned from Lily to me, and the mind-numbing stare had turned into one filled with pain. He was trying to cover it up, trying to stuff it down like I did so many times during the week. I’d hit a sore spot.
“Anyway, it doesn't matter,” I said. “Thank you for sharing your pizza. I’m not sure if I could’ve gotten Lily to get off the subject had you not.”
“No problem,” Graham said.
My eyes fell to the movements of his hand as he picked up his pizza. He moved with purpose. Every motion was never too grand or too subtle. He didn’t move like he was trying to get attention, and he didn’t talk as if he was trying to command a room. He was naturally commanding. Naturally attractive. Naturally good with the things around him.
Maybe in another lifetime, I would’ve dated him.
But there were rumors around town circulating toward me.
Mostly from Nicole, but in some other places too. There were people who thought he had a family he had abandoned when he moved here. But seeing how good he was with Lily and how tender he was in his interactions with her, I wasn’t sure I believed it. There was a kindness in his eyes I’d caught a glimpse of, a kindness and sincerity that made me trust him even though I didn’t know why.
I stretched my legs, trying to stifle my tired yawn as Lily finished up her slice of pizza. I stretched out my legs, accidentally kicking him underneath the table before pulling back into myself.