Bachelor Dad. Roxann Delaney
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take Noah to his day care provider and get herself to work.
She asked about school and listened as Noah gave her a rundown of his day. Getting him to talk about school had always been easy. All he needed was a nudge, and he was ready to share. He was explaining something that had happened in gym class when Darla arrived with their order.
“It looks great,” Noah said, looking up at Darla with a grin.
“Then we’ll hope it tastes as good as it looks, won’t we?” she asked, winking at his mom.
“Oh, I know it will.”
Darla laughed and patted his shoulder. “He’s a keeper.”
They were well into enjoying their meal when Libby looked up to see Garrett entering the café with Sophie, who still held tight to her teddy bear. She smiled when he looked her way and was surprised when dad and daughter headed toward them.
Garrett stopped at their booth, with Sophie beside him. “If I’d known you were going to be here, we could have planned to have dinner together,” he said.
Libby noticed that the panic hadn’t completely left his eyes. “Last-minute plans,” she explained.
He glanced around the room, and then shifted from one foot to the other. “Well, we’d better let you both finish eating.”
Before he could move away, she touched his arm. “I don’t think you’ve met my son. Noah, this is Garrett Miles.”
“Hi,” Noah greeted him with a small smile.
“And that’s his daughter, Sophie,” she added.
“Hi, Sophie.”
Sophie grinned at Noah, but said nothing.
“She’s … uh … a little shy,” Garrett said, with a glance at Libby. “We stopped to see Paige.”
Libby hoped his sister had found the girl in good physical condition. “How did that go?”
“Good,” he said, although it sounded forced. When she didn’t reply, he blew out a short breath. “She said to give it some time. And to talk to Jules.”
“But everything else is okay, right?”
He nodded, and his smile was more relaxed. “Everything is okay. But we should let you finish your dinner,” he added, taking a step back.
She looked at her watch and then at her son. “We should probably be on our way. I still have a full shift to work tonight.”
Garrett moved away from the booth as Libby gathered her things. “I’m glad we ran into you,” he said. “And, Noah, the next time we see each other, I want to hear a little about that football team you play on.”
Noah, who was scooting out of his seat, looked up, a wide smile on his face. “You bet!”
Libby was surprised he had remembered about her son’s football team. She’d only mentioned it once, so it was especially nice of him to say something. “Enjoy your meal,” she told them, as she turned toward the cash register.
“Bye, Mr. Miles,” Noah said, following her. “Bye, Sophie.”
Garrett waved, and so did Sophie, and Libby imagined the hard time he was probably having. She wished him well. Being a single parent wasn’t easy. Being a parent of a child who might have undergone some kind of trauma was even harder. He definitely had his work cut out for him.
After paying for their dinner, Libby and Noah stepped outside and walked to their car. Driving toward Noah’s day care provider’s house, she rolled down her window and inhaled deeply, breathing in the warm, early September evening.
“I like it a lot here, don’t you, Mom?” Noah asked from the backseat.
“It’s a nice town, yes.”
“Mr. Miles is a nice man.”
Libby glanced in her rearview mirror, wondering what Noah might be up to. But the sun had already set and shadows kept her from seeing his face. “Yes, he’s nice. He comes into Lou’s two or three times a week.”
“Are you good friends with him?”
She nearly laughed. “No, not good friends,” she answered, as honestly as she could. She wasn’t quite sure what to call her odd relationship with Garrett. “Just friends, I guess.”
Silence settled over the car, and she thought about how well they were doing in Desperation. Noah liked school and had made several new friends. She didn’t mind her job at the tavern. It didn’t pay badly, and the tips were often more than satisfying. They did all right.
But she knew it might not be a forever thing. Anything could happen, and she had to be careful. Thanks to an underground group, she’d managed to get Noah and herself out of Phoenix without being followed by her ex-husband. They had new names, new identities, new everything, and she hoped it would all continue to work out well. But in the back of her mind, there were always the memories of the abuse she’d endured from her ex-husband and the fear she’d had that he might do the same to their son. And maybe, just maybe he had.
GARRETT UNLOCKED THE FRONT DOOR, nudged it open with his shoulder and stepped inside to flip on the light switch. “Did you like your dinner?” he asked, as Sophie followed closely behind him. He looked back to see her nodding, a small, shy smile turning up the corners of her mouth.
He walked to the TV and turned it on, remembering that there were a few channels that broadcast nothing but cartoons all day and night. Maybe that would keep Sophie entertained until he could get his head together and figure out what he needed to do next.
“How’s this?” he asked, as a big gray cat chased a little mouse under a table on the screen. She nodded, and he pointed to the sofa, while grabbing a small pillow for her. “You can sit there, if you want to.”
She took the pillow he handed her, then climbed onto the sofa and curled up in the corner, her attention glued on the cat-and-mouse chase on TV. Before he had a chance to wonder what he needed to do next, the phone rang.
“I should have invited you over for supper,” Paige said with an accompanying sigh, when he answered it. “Is everything going okay?”
“I realized I didn’t really have anything here for us to eat, so we went to the café. I think she enjoyed it.” He could see her from his spot near the kitchen doorway. “She’s watching TV right now.”
“She’s probably exhausted,” Paige answered, “considering everything that she’s gone through today. Maybe she’d like to go to bed?”
Garrett hadn’t even thought about how everything might look from Sophie’s point of view. What kind of father was he? “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll get her into bed, and then make a list of the things I need to do tomorrow.”
“Maybe a warm bath would help.”
His first thought was to answer that she knew he preferred showers, but then he realized she was referring to a bath for Sophie. “Yeah, good idea.”
“Give her a kiss for me,” Paige said, before wishing him luck and saying goodbye.
After hanging up the phone, he walked to the living room, where Sophie was still focused on the antics of the cat and the mouse that wouldn’t be caught. “Sophie?”
She turned her attention to him slowly.
“Would you like to take a bath?”
It was several seconds before she nodded, and she didn’t move from the corner of the sofa.
“I’ll go fill the tub for you, okay?” When she nodded again, this time without hesitation, he felt better. “Okay, you can watch the cartoon while I do that, and I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”
After receiving another nod, he started for the bathroom, but changed course and