that.â She turned her back on the kids and gave Jared a half smile, her eyes filled with unease.
He looked away. âTheyâre good kids.â
âYes, they are.â She hesitated. âThanks again.â
He nodded. âYouâre welcome.â
They looked at each other, each assessing the situation for what it was. Her eyes mirrored his concern. Neither one of them wanted to be hurt again. For that reason alone, they couldnât take this relationship any further.
âWell, Iâll say good-night.â He slipped his hands into his pockets.
âGood night.â She waved as he stepped down off the porch and sauntered toward his truck.
He got inside and fired up the vehicle, but waited until she went inside before he backed out and drove away. Itâd been a long time since heâd been out on a date and driven a woman home. A long time since heâd thought about kissing someone good-night. And the sad truth was that he wished he had met a woman like Megan about ten years earlier.
Chapter Five
T he following morning, Megan sat on the sofa in her living room tying her shoelaces when the doorbell rang.
âIâll get it,â Caleb cried as he dashed for the door.
Standing on tiptoes, the boy had trouble negotiating the dead bolt. June, who was much taller, helped him turn the lock. The door whooshed open to reveal Jared standing there with a wide smile.
âGood morning,â he said.
âJared!â Caleb launched himself at the man.
As usual, June held back, a bit withdrawn.
Jared scooped the boy up and swung him around. Calebâs laughter filled the air like musical wind chimes. Watching them together, a lump rose in Meganâs throat. She remembered her husband doing this exact same thing.
Still holding her son, Jared smiled at June. âHow are you, sweetheart?â
She sat on the edge of a chair and folded her arms, lifting her chin in a haughty stare. âIâm fine, thank you. But what are you doing here?â
âJune! Donât be rude,â Megan said, though she couldnât help wondering the same thing. She felt like her daughter. Filled with trepidation. She hadnât seen Caleb this happy since before his daddyâs death. Her son was young and might soon lose most of his memories of his father, but June was older. And like Megan, would never forget.
Jared shrugged, seeming undeterred by the girlâs glower. âI was hoping to speak to your mom for a few minutes, if thatâs okay.â
June didnât respond.
Megan stood and waited for Caleb to settle down. In spite of knowing that Connie was opening the restaurant for her that morning, Megan had woken up early. Worried and too nervous to sleep the night before, she had dressed and gotten the kids their breakfast, planning to walk with them the six blocks to Main Street. She needed to speak with Grant Metcalf, the owner of the only gas station in town. Hopefully, heâd be able to haul her old truck into his garage for repairs as soon as possible. And hopefully, the work wouldnât cost her an arm and a leg.
âJared, look! Iâve got a loose tooth.â Caleb gritted his teeth and pressed against a wobbly tooth in the front.
âYeah, thatâs great, buddy,â Jared said. âHowâs the swing working out?â
âGreat! You wanna come out back and see it? When I pump my legs hard, I can go so high.â Caleb lifted his arms over his head to emphasize his words.
Jared glanced Meganâs way. âMaybe tomorrow. Right now, I need to speak with your mom, and then Iâve got to get into work.â
Meganâs heart gave a maddening thump, then sped up into double time. Her son liked this man. A lot. And so did she.
Looking out the living room window, she saw a strange truck parked in her driveway. Jared owned a blue pickup truck, but this one was different. At first glance, she thought it must be his work vehicle.
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