Baby in His Arms. Linda Goodnight
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porch. Tonight she wore khaki shorts and a white tank top beneath a gray zip-up hoodie. Beneath the hem of the shorts her legs weren’t long but they were...nice. Lightly tanned. Shapely. Come to think of it, so was the rest of her.
All her silly talk about dandelions had confirmed his suspicions. Haley Blanchard was a throwback flower child. Flakey but harmless. And pretty cute.
“Looking good out there,” he called to Thomas.
The boy, both hands firmly on the twine reel, grinned. “My arms are getting kind of tired.”
“Ready to land that bird?”
“I don’t want to tear it up.”
The kite was cheap to make and easily replaceable, but to a boy who’d never had one, taking care of the thin plastic mattered.
Creed’s heart squeezed.
“Tell you what,” he said, coming up beside Thomas. “You reel her in. I’ll catch her before she hits the ground. Deal?”
Thomas nodded. “Okay.”
By the time they’d safely landed the kite, Haley exited the back door, Rose Petal in her arms. “The baby’s awake and hungry. You can come inside if you want to.”
The invitation wasn’t the most enthusiastic he’d ever received, but Creed was going to accept, anyway. He’d dreamed about Rose Petal last night, waking with a knot in his throat. In his dream, he’d skipped his usual prayer time and no one had been at church to find the baby. She’d been alone and helpless and crying hysterically.
The memory clung to him like the scent of mint clung to the backyard as he fell into step with Thomas and his kite. Haley waited on the porch, baby in arms.
The plastic kite crinkled and fluttered in Thomas’s hands. “I had fun.”
Creed grinned down at the boy. “Flying’s the best. Even if you’re on the ground.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you have a safe place to store your mighty dragon?”
“I’ll keep it on my dresser. Well, the dresser is Haley’s, but you know what I mean. I hope I can take it with me when mama comes.”
“The kite? Sure, you can. It’s yours.”
“If Mama says I can. Some things freak her out.”
“Oh.” Creed didn’t know where to go with that one so he kept quiet.
Sharply sweet smells rose from a half barrel of red flowers as they joined Haley on the porch, their shoes thudding on the hollow wood. Creed sniffed, liking the smell. Geraniums, he thought, and some other flowery things he didn’t recognize. Mom grew geraniums, though not in nearly as much abundance.
No one on the planet crowded as many flowers and green things into a pot or a spot as Haley Blanchard. A cord strung across one end of the porch held some brown, odd-shaped squash-looking things. Gourds maybe?
With an inner smile, he wondered if she ate those, too.
Thomas reached the door first and opened it, waiting politely while Haley carried Rose Petal inside.
“Nice job, ladies’ man.” Creed said the last to make Thomas laugh and was rewarded with a display of crooked teeth.
Inside the apple-green kitchen, Haley jostled the fussing infant against her chest while attempting to prepare formula with one hand. More of the brown, odd-shaped fruits—or whatever they were—were scattered on newspapers along the short countertop. Haley elbowed them to the back.
“Thomas, grab a snack if you want one. You’ll have plenty of time to read a book before your bath.”
Thomas groaned. “A bath!”
Creed felt his pain. No ten-year-old liked baths. He scruffed Thomas’s hair. “Someday you’ll enjoy smelling good.”
“So I can be a ladies’ man?”
Creed laughed at Haley’s surprised expression. “Want me to hold her while you do that?”
He’d never been a guy who went around holding babies, but Rose Petal was different. She’d stolen a corner of his heart yesterday morning and he hadn’t gotten it back yet. That a tiny infant wielded such power felt nothing short of weird.
He reached for Rose. His fingers collided with Haley’s soft smooth skin. The bizarre tingle came again, raising the hairs on his arms. His pulse jumped. He took Rose and stepped back, bothered.
He wasn’t attracted to this earth mother hippie. He couldn’t be.
“Ladies’ man?” Haley asked, oblivious to his discomfort as she repeated last night’s scene of pouring white powdery stuff into a baby bottle. “What have you been saying to Thomas?”
Creed shot Thomas a conspiratorial wink. “Guy talk.”
The ten-year-old puffed out his chest. “Yeah, guy talk. Can I have some cookies?”
Haley shook her head. “No more cookies. Try the yogurt or a banana and a glass of milk.”
At least she knew how to feed a kid properly. His mom would approve.
Odd that he would think that. Why would he care if his mother approved of a woman he barely knew?
Getting that itchy feeling again, Creed turned his attention to the soft bundle in his arms. She was squirmy and red-faced, her dark blue eyes squinted but staring a hole through him. Both elbows were bent and her fists were tight against her cheeks.
“Hey, little girl. Remember me?” Creed stroked one tiny fist and was gratified when the infant clutched his finger. The action was an innate reflex, but his insides warmed, anyway. “Why do you think her mother left her?”
He hadn’t meant to ask, but the question had haunted him all day.
Haley took the baby and stuck the bottle in her mouth. “I don’t know. I try not to think about it.”
He couldn’t think of anything else. The fact that Haley didn’t only proved how different they were.
He definitely wasn’t attracted to her. Not one bit.
She led the way down a short hall into the living room. Furnished in mismatched chairs and a floral couch like one he remembered in his grandmother’s farmhouse, the room was painted a sunny yellow. Green things sprouted from brown clay pots arranged beneath an east window. A framed mirror on one wall reflected the back of Haley’s auburn waves and her slender shoulders.
“I promised you something to drink,” she said. “But you’ll have to get it yourself. Rose Petal comes first at the moment.”
He waved her off, not sure if he should sit down or wait to be asked. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll live.”
“What?” Her lips curled in a teasing grin. “You aren’t pining for my dandelion tea?”
“I thought it was coffee.”
Her teeth flashed, accenting the small mole on her cheek. She had a pretty smile. “Could be both. But tonight I’m making neither. Will you settle for green tea? I could use a cup myself.”
Green tea? Creed fought a grimace but knew he’d failed when Haley laughed.
“Water, perhaps?” she asked.
“The perfect drink. I’ll get it.” He escaped to the kitchen, finding Thomas there.
The boy swigged the last of his milk and backhanded his mouth. “I had fun.”
He’d said that already. About a dozen times.
“Great.” Creed didn’t know much about little kids, but he remembered being a boy. A sometimes lonely boy. Not that his life was hard like Thomas’s, but an only child living in the country spent a lot of time alone