by Debra
“And books.”
“You like to read?”
“Yeah.” Andy leaned out and checked his line. “Did that move?”
“Not the way we want it to.”
“Oh.” He slumped back, then shifted, flopping down to mirror Drew’s position, propping himself on his hands. “Mom and I read every night.”
“History books?” He slid a glance at Addi, but she didn’t seem to be listening. “Those would sure put me to sleep.”
“No.” Andy giggled. “Comic books. They’re better for bedtime.”
“Which is your favorite?”
“Captain America!” Andy bounced to his knees, then remembering they were supposed to be quiet, whispered the answer once more.
“He’s pretty tough,” Drew agreed. At Andy’s age, he’d been into comics, as well, and Captain America had topped the list.
He chanced another sideways look at Addi while the little guy chattered on and on about the story and art in the latest edition. At this rate they wouldn’t catch anything, but Drew didn’t care. The kid’s enthusiasm was contagious. It had been nearly twenty years since he’d given any real thought to the complex universes and alternate realities of comic books.
He let his imagination drift, wondering what it would be like to have been a part of Andy’s life from the beginning. He couldn’t fathom a responsibility more rewarding than raising a family. A wife, a few kids, a dog...
“Do you have any pets?” he asked when Andy stopped long enough to catch a breath.
“Not right now. My hamster died.”
“No dog?”
“Mom said maybe after the wedding.” Andy sighed. “But now we’re not getting married.”
Drew managed not to wince at the reminder that Addi had nearly tied the knot with Craig Everett. The perfectly styled Everett didn’t seem like the dog type, but Drew hadn’t stuck around for a full evaluation. Maybe if he had done more digging, he could’ve saved Addi from her current predicament. Maybe.
He and Addi had talked about adopting a big hound dog, but that had been when their plan was to live on a small acreage. Instead, she lived in a city-locked urban high-rise. He stared out over the still water, wishing he could go back and do things differently. It seemed like a lot more than eight years ago when he and Addi had dreamed of life with lazy summer days tucked between demanding careers and raising three or four children.
He battled back the more familiar swell of angry regret over what he’d lost in that damned POW camp. The world didn’t owe him a thing, but there were moments, like this one, when it was tempting to think so. He hadn’t indulged in self-pity under the horrible conditions of his imprisonment, and this wasn’t the time to start.
“Andy, if you had a dog, what would you name it?”
* * *
ADDISON COULDN’T HELP smiling as she listened to Drew and Andy. Only pieces of the conversation floated back to where she sat in a patch of sunshine, trying to forget her circumstances. But the few words and phrases were enough to let her know they were getting along well.
She’d been invited to cast a line with them and to enjoy the shade while they waited for something worthwhile to take the bait. But she was trying to show Drew she trusted him and meant to keep her word about making him a part of Andy’s life.
Blame eight years of maternal logistics but she couldn’t help wondering how they would make it work. She lived in San Francisco and Drew apparently had a life he enjoyed in Detroit. Just because they’d managed a long-distance romance ages ago didn’t mean a long-distance family was doable.
Andy needed more than an occasional father figure. Now that it was possible, she wanted to give her son plenty of quality time with his real father. She suspected the relationship would benefit Drew as much as it would Andy. Not certain how it would affect her, she left herself out of the equation.
She rubbed a fist over her heart where it clattered against her ribs. In the early days after their postponed wedding, she’d had vivid dreams of Drew with the child she carried. Over the years, for the sake of her sanity, she’d let that fantasy go. Now, on this sultry summer afternoon, watching father and son, she felt it was a bit like being in the sweet bliss of those dreams again.
She shook it off, telling herself to stay practical. She’d raised Andy to know his dad loved him and had died on a mission, but she didn’t know how to begin to explain this sudden shift of their reality. Andy was smart enough to know grown-ups made mistakes, but this qualified as a more serious error. Alongside her bad judgment in nearly marrying Craig and making that bastard Andy’s stepfather, it would be a miracle if her son ever accepted her word on anything again.
How could one woman make so many wrong turns on such a carefully outlined path? No, she hadn’t expected to be pregnant on her wedding day, but Drew would’ve been as thrilled as she had been. Losing him had changed everything, but she’d reworked the plan. She’d fled the Mississippi Delta and the haunting shadows of the memories they’d made for the West Coast and an urban life.
It had been the best option for her as a new lawyer, following the excellent money and perks that supported her as an unexpectedly single mother. She’d provided the best for Andy from his first nanny right up through his private schooling. She’d made a name for herself, rising swiftly to the top of her profession while staying involved as a parent and volunteer in Andy’s activities. Sure, something had been missing—for both of them—but she’d done everything possible to compensate.
Andy popped up from the grass to check his line again, and this time Drew followed him. As she watched them deal with whatever had snagged the line, she understood there would be no compensating for the bond forming between them.
Andy idolized Drew already. Other than her fear of him promising things he couldn’t deliver, she couldn’t fault a single thing about how Drew interacted with their son. But she felt obligated to proceed with caution. It was up to her to protect Andy from the potential pain of losing his father again.
Drew might be her only ally right now, but there was no guarantee he’d stick around in the backwater of the bayous until the threats against her were completely neutralized. She’d blown the whistle on Craig, and he’d escaped custody once, confirming her worst fear. She didn’t think he’d ever find her if she stayed off the grid out here, but she had to think of Andy’s future.
“Mom, come look!” Her son raced up the bank, skidding to a stop beside her rickety chair. Grabbing her hand, he started to tug her to her feet. “Come on. We got a bite!”
“Way to go,” she said. “You’d better help reel him in.”
Andy stopped midstride, giving her a puzzled expression. “How do you know it’s a boy fish?”
“Just an expression, honey,” she said, waving him back down to the water’s edge. If Drew wanted to step into dad shoes, she’d be happy to let him start with this topic. “Go check with Drew.”
“Is it a boy fish?” Andy asked as Drew showed him the catch.
“This one is too young to tell,” Drew said. He showed Andy how to remove the hook without hurting the fish. “I’m not sure fish care much about being boys or girls,” he added, placing the fish in Andy’s eager hands. “Be gentle,” he instructed. “Toss him—it—back in.”
“But fish have babies.”
“Uh-huh,” Drew replied warily.
Addison smiled, wondering how he liked parenting now.
“There has to be a boy and a girl to make babies,” Andy declared, looking at each of them in turn. “We learned it in science.” He held the squirming fish, looking it over from gills to tail. “Everything that makes babies has a boy and a girl.”
“Well, this one is too small either way,” Drew said. “Maybe we’ll catch him—or her—again when he—or she—is older and we can tell for sure. But not if you don’t put it back in the water.”
Andy crouched, pushing his hands under and releasing the fish to streak away. “It’s fast!”
“Being f
ast is the only way it’ll survive to be a big fish,” Drew said.
“Yeah,” Andy agreed. He watched the water, his sandals squishing into the soft ground of the bank. “Can we swim?”
“Only if you’re done fishing,” Drew replied.
“Will we catch anything real big?”
“Not if we go swimming.”
“Huh.”
Addison took advantage of her son’s need to process the options. “I’m going back to check on the sun tea I started.” It was the best excuse to make a graceful exit. “If you catch something for dinner, let me know.”
“Hey, Addi?” Drew’s voice followed her up the bank. “Can you cook gator tail?”
“Please. If you catch it, I’ll cook it,” she tossed back over her shoulder before she could stop herself. What was she doing flirting with him? They’d had a similar exchange during their first long weekend together after they’d met. It seemed Andy wasn’t the only one all too ready to include Drew in their lives.
Determined to keep her distance and a firm hold on logic, she hurried back to the cabin, hoping he’d forgotten what she hadn’t. As expected, the sun tea didn’t need any attention. The water was turning a deep golden color as it brewed in the sunshine. When she spoke with Nico next time, she’d ask for some fresh lemons for lemonade. Andy would enjoy everything about that, including helping her make it.
She pushed her hands through her hair, lifting the heavy mass off her neck, letting the air cool her skin. With Andy well out of earshot, she found the radio and dialed in a news station, hoping to hear that Craig had been found and was back in federal custody. Would she feel safe enough to go back to civilization then? The answer wasn’t clear. She suspected Craig had been dragged into this terrible operation by someone else, but she didn’t have solid evidence to support the theory.
She changed the station, listened to a few reports on other situations, but hearing nothing helpful, she turned it off. What the hell had she been thinking? For the moment it was a grand summer adventure to wander the bayous, but that glow would fade soon enough. Andy would want to return to his friends and school. He’d want to play soccer and make sure she made good on her promise to let him try baseball.
Turning in Craig had been the only option, but she’d sure screwed up every aspect of her life in the process. Not to mention Andy’s. The plan she’d been so sure about seemed increasingly rash with the hindsight of each new day. Hiding in a swamp didn’t provide Andy with the social life and academic challenges he needed. How could she hope to manage indefinitely with nothing more than the barest essentials? He was growing up. He needed the structure and opportunities she’d originally put in place for him.
Maybe Drew was right. Maybe she should let him take her to this Casey person and ask for official protection. If she had someone to watch Andy... Taking a deep breath, she forced herself away from that fatalistic thinking. She was getting ahead of herself. There were weeks left of summer. Plenty of time for the authorities to unravel the material she’d provided about Craig’s activities and make the world safe for her and her son again.
She’d created one hell of a mess and instead of resisting and resenting the one man who’d shown up to help her, she should show some gratitude. Assuming there wouldn’t be fish, or gator, she opened the stocked cabinet and considered how to turn the supplies on hand into a dinner that would satisfy two big appetites.
Chapter Eleven
It didn’t seem possible, but the mixed feelings followed Drew through the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. Getting to know his son, even if Andy didn’t understand the real relationship yet, had been astounding. The kid wanted to know everything about everything. With every question, Drew fell a little more in love with Andy.
He thought the opposite might also be true, but he didn’t dare ask Addi to confirm it. While he was trying to be respectful of her concerns and boundaries, he was eager for Andy to know the truth. Hell, he was an adult and he still ached knowing his dad was gone. From his perspective, it could only be a good thing for all of them if Andy knew he had a real father.
As she started nudging Andy through the bedtime routine, Drew offered to take care of the reading time.
She scowled. “Don’t you have to check the perimeter or something?”
“I can read first,” he pointed out.
She didn’t look impressed by his suggestion, but Andy begged, adding big puppy-dog eyes to the drawn-out “please.” Drew wasn’t sure which of them was happier when she gave in.
“Just the comics,” she said, shooting Andy a don’t-mess-with-mom look where he waited on the bed.
It was impossible to mistake her meaning, and Drew fought the urge to argue. “Just the comics,” he agreed. “Tonight.”
He couldn’t figure out why Addi was avoiding such an important conversation. Sure, Andy would have questions, but he’d also have two parents at his disposal to provide answers. She’d lost her own parents during college, a year or so before they’d met. She had firsthand experience with the gaping emptiness of losing a parent. Why couldn’t she see her way clear to give her son a dad?
But she had almost done just that by nearly marrying Everett. She’d turned the bastard in, but Drew wondered how much she’d loved him.
“Turn the page,” Andy prompted.
“Oh, right.”
“I can wait if you’re still looking at the pictures.”
Drew had no idea what had happened to the story line. He quickly skimmed the panels. “No, I’m done.”
“Okay.” Andy didn’t sound very convinced, but he turned the page and kept reading. “Do the sound effects,” he said. “Please.”
Drew complied, embracing the role with the same gusto his dad had used when Drew was a kid. He nearly burst with pride when Andy gave him a big thumbs-up when they finished. “Take it out to Mom, please? She’ll want to know how it ends.”
“You got it.” Drew tucked Andy into his sleeping bag on top of the mattress. “We’ll be just outside if you need us.”
“’Kay,” Andy said, yawning.
Drew turned out the light and eased the door closed as he stepped out onto the porch. He’d expected to see Addi, but the space was empty in both directions. For a moment, Drew panicked that she had been found and kidnapped.
“I’m over here.” Her voice drifted up from the stairway.
He walked over, settled on the other end of the wide step and peered up at the sky. “Not the best place for stargazing.” The view was blocked by the tall trees on this side of the cabin. He waited, but she didn’t seem inclined to converse. In fact, she’d been a little too quiet all night long. “Dinner was excellent. Thank you.”
“So you said. Again, you’re welcome.”
He searched for another neutral topic, but the only thing he wanted to discuss was being honest with Andy or getting more details about her situation with Everett. “Was Andy born in Mississippi or California?”
She turned her head, giving him an expression he couldn’t decipher. “Does it matter?”
“Not really. Did you, um, think about using my name on the birth certificate?”
Shaking her hair back from her face, she looked up at the treetops. “It should be a pretty moon tonight.”
“Addi, come on. I have a right to know.”
“I’m not ready for this, Drew. Not tonight.”
“When?”
She blew out a sigh, clearly annoyed with him. “Just not tonight.”
“You said—”
“You’ll get your answers,” she muttered. “Can we just enjoy the quiet for a while?”
In the past he’d had no problem sharing silences with her. Now, though, he could hear the clock ticking. Chalk it up to all his unexpected and unpleasant experiences, but he no longer counted on having time beyond the present moment. If she didn’t want to talk, that was fine. But she could sure as hell listen.
“It was a three-quarter moon on our wedding day,” he began. �
�I told myself I’d be back in the States making love to you by the full moon.”
She didn’t make a sound.
“No one ever explained to me how the mission was compromised,” he said. “Could’ve been anything from intel to weather. Sometimes the people who claim to know guess wrong about who is working for which side over there.”
“Over where?”
“The mission was Afghanistan. The prison camp was more like the fifth dimension of hell.”
In the faint light bleeding through the doorway, he saw her catch her lower lip between her teeth. He wanted to kiss her, to soothe that spot with his lips. Imagining a negative reaction, he pulled his gaze away, focusing on the trees on the other side of the fire ring. It was a much safer view. For both of them.
“We went in as a team,” he said, picking it apart one more time. Every time he went through those hours, he hoped to find an explanation. Maybe this time, telling her, would finally give him the insight. “A simple, straightforward grab-and-go kind of thing. We were ambushed on the way out. Our target got killed in the cross fire and two of us were hauled away to stand trial.”
“By what authority?”
Of course the legal ramifications cut through her stoicism. He couldn’t help laughing a little. “You know, at the time, I heard you say that very same thing in my head.”
“You don’t have to do this.”
She said it softly, in a way that indicated she thought it would be painful for him. He bumped her knee with his. “Maybe I need to.”
Her gaze rested on the place where their knees touched, and he assumed her silence was consent. Slowly, he cracked the lock on the door where he stored those awful memories, letting them out one at a time.
“The trial was a joke, obviously. They recorded me standing there in chains, listening to a long list of things I didn’t do, spoken in a language I could hardly follow. Then they handed down whatever sentence fit their mood on that day.”
“The army told us you were killed in action.”
He wondered when and what she’d been told. “I’m sure the real story was buried under security clearances. I learned later that they staged my execution and sent my dog tags and the videos back to the army. It gave them free rein to do whatever they wanted with me after that.”