Kids by Christmas. Janice Johnson Kay
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they got friendlier. No reason they wouldn’t, now that she didn’t have a husband who didn’t seem to like her talking to anyone else.
But Tom had realized shortly thereafter that Suzanne was still skittish around him. When he directly addressed her, she’d gaze in his direction without ever really looking at him. He had to be careful how he approached her because she startled easily. Like the other night, when she’d banged her head on the trunk of her car just at the sound of his voice.
It seemed to him she’d loosened up just a little lately. She’d seemed really glad to have her brother reappear in her life, and she apparently had a new brother-in-law, too, who had introduced himself one day while the two women had been chatting. Kincaid. Mike…no, Mark Kincaid. Tom had seen her hug him casually a couple of times.
He knew she dated once in a while, too, although none of the men ever came around for long. So she wasn’t afraid of all men. Or else she hid it better around most of them than she did with Tom.
The why would likely remain a mystery to him. He didn’t look like her ex, who had been sandy-haired, handsome and charming. None of which applied to Tom, who had dark brown hair, didn’t know how to be charming and who had never been called handsome, even by his own mother.
But tonight Suzanne had actually come to his door and had even sat on his couch. She still hadn’t met his eyes, but she’d talked to him. He might have even been the first to hear the kids were coming over tomorrow to scope out her house. And she’d invited him to say hi to them.
Tom had intended to run errands tomorrow, but to hell with them. He’d stick around until the kids had come, find an excuse to be out in the yard so he could meet them, maybe be out in the yard again after they left in case Suzanne wanted to talk some more. Tell him how the visit had gone.
Taking his plastic-covered dinner out of the microwave, he issued himself a warning. For God’s sake, the woman was afraid of him! She wasn’t likely to go from that to wanting to share his bed.
His bed? Who was he kidding? Suzanne Chauvin was a marry-or-nothing kind of woman if he’d ever seen one.
Nope, stick to admiring from afar, he told himself.
But he was still going to be out there tomorrow, both to meet the kids and because he’d decided he liked Suzanne the day she’d hauled that son of a bitch’s stuff out to the driveway.
MRS. BURTON DROVE a rattle-trap of a car, even worse than Suzanne’s. It gasped and coughed as she pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine.
Suzanne hurried out even before the car doors had opened. After the foster mother laboriously cranked her window down a few inches to greet her, Suzanne smiled. “Thank you so much for bringing them. You take your time with your errands.”
“I’ll do that.” She fixed a stern gaze on Sophia and Jack, who had come around to Suzanne’s side of the car. “You two do what Ms. Chauvin asks you to do, hear?”
“Yes, Mrs. Burton,” they chimed, heads swiveling as they tried to see the yard and house and street all at once.
“I’ll be back around two-thirty.” She rolled up her window again and backed out of the driveway.
Glad it wasn’t raining today, Suzanne said, “Do you want to see the yard quick before we go in?”
“Sure,” Sophia agreed.
Jack nodded. His eyes were wide and he was sticking close to his sister.
Suzanne led them toward the back gate. As she did so, Tom’s garage door began to roll up.
He stepped out and glanced their way as if surprised to see them, which didn’t fool Suzanne for a minute.
“Your visitors are here, eh?”
“Yes, Sophia, Jack, this is my closest neighbor, Tom Stefanec.”
They both nodded shyly.
He smiled at them, once again startling Suzanne. Had he always looked so kind? How was it she’d never noticed?
“Good to meet you. Suzanne is excited about you coming.”
“I’ve been sitting by the window for the last hour,” Suzanne admitted.
“We could have come sooner,” Sophia offered. “But Mrs. Burton kept saying no, that we’d said one so it was going to be one.”
“She probably didn’t want to take me by surprise.” Suzanne opened the side gate. “Mr. Stefanec was nice enough to mow my lawn this fall. My mower wasn’t starting.”
He looked over the two kids. “You two ever mowed before?”
They both stared at him, their heads shaking in unison. “We never had a yard before,” Sophia told him.
“Might be a good chore for you to take on.”
“Jack never had chores,” Sophia said with a sniff. “I did everything.”
“Did not!” her little brother protested, if quietly. “I helped, too!”
“Did not,” she repeated under her breath.
He smouldered.
Laughing, Suzanne laid a hand on each of their shoulders. “It doesn’t matter. Here, you’ll both have to help, because we have the whole yard and house to keep up.”
“Well, I’m glad I met you,” Tom said again. “Suzanne, you let me know if I can help haul anything you’ll need for the kids with the pickup.”
Letting the kids go ahead into the backyard, she turned back. “Really? You’ve been so nice already about the lawn….”
“You didn’t ask. I offered.”
She smiled at him, thinking again what a nice face he had. “I can get mattresses delivered, but I’ll probably scour thrift stores for other furniture. Just in case I buy something too big for my car, I’d really appreciate it if you’d pick it up for me.”
“Glad to.” He nodded toward the excited voices that came from around the house. “You’d better catch up with those two.”
“Yes.” She bit her lip. “Thank you.”
His answering smile was friendly, his stride relaxed as he walked away.
She’d felt really comfortable with him there for a minute, as if they were old friends. Shaking her head in bemusement, Suzanne headed into the backyard.
Jack was standing under the apple tree staring up at the gnarled dark branches, bare of leaves at this season. “I could climb it.”
“Do you like to climb?” Suzanne asked.
He stole a shy glance at her. “I never had a tree. But I like the monkey bars at school.”
“When he was real little, he climbed on top of a dresser and freaked Mom,” Sophia said. “And he used to get out of his crib. I remember that.”
“In the summer, I eat out here sometimes,” Suzanne said. “The patio furniture is in the garage. But we can go in that way.”
The sliding door led directly into the dining area and kitchen. The kids crowded behind her, craning their necks again.
“It’s not very big,” she began apologetically, before seeing the expressions on their faces.
They looked as excited as if her modest house was a mansion.
“Pretty.” Sophia touched the quilted runner on the table. “You even have flowers.”
She’d bought the bouquet on impulse at the grocery store yesterday, a spray of showy blooms in yellow and lime-green and hot-pink. They weren’t fragrant the way flowers from her own garden were, but Sophia was right. They were pretty.
“And here’s the living room.” Suzanne trailed behind