On the Line

by Lincoln, Liz

  “I can’t believe—” Her voice choked off. Her big brown eyes filled with tears. “How could you?”

  Seth took long strides toward her. “Maddie…”

  She shrank away from him. “No.” Her head swung back and forth, a violent denial. “No, get away.”

  He didn’t stop her as she raced past him. As she passed the kitchen, she paused to turn her fury on Carrie. “I hate you.”

  “Madison, that’s enough,” Seth warned.

  “Leave me alone!” she yelled as she stormed up the stairs. There was a moment of tense silence before her door slammed.

  Seth leaned his elbows on the kitchen counter and dropped his head into his hands. “Fuck. This is exactly…”

  Carrie’s hand sliding over his back soothed his temper more than it should. Shit. What was he going to do about this mess?

  “I’m sorry.”

  He turned to look at her. Her face was lined with concern. For him, for his daughter, for the mess they’d made.

  God, he was wild about her. Was he crazy to think they could talk to Maddie and he could have everything he wanted? Maybe this was a good thing, getting their relationship out in the open. Maybe…

  His eyes snagged on the clock. “I’m late. I gotta go.” He straightened and cupped her cheek.

  “I know.” Her eyes were full of understanding. And sympathy. She gave him a soft smile.

  “Sorry to leave you with this.”

  Carrie shrugged. “We’ll deal with it. I’ll make a Starbucks run, get her an apology Frappuccino.”

  He bent to brush his lips over hers. “You’re the best. Seriously.”

  “I have my moments.”

  His last kiss was firmer, but when the urge to lick into her mouth took him, he pulled back. He didn’t have time for that. “See you tomorrow night.”

  “Kick some Stallion ass.”

  Grinning, he headed for the door. Damn, he was crazy about her.

  * * *

  —

  Carrie shouldered open the garage door, balancing her mocha in one hand and Maddie’s Frappuccino in the other. As olive branches went, she hoped it would at least get Maddie to talk to her. She had tried to coax Maddie out of her room so they could go to Starbucks together, maybe talk about the situation while they sipped their drinks. But when Carrie knocked on Maddie’s door, the girl had yelled at her to go away. She still sounded furious, so Carrie had made the coffee run alone.

  Now she took the drinks upstairs to again knock on Maddie’s door. With some luck, the promise of sugary caffeine would at least earn Carrie a few minutes of Maddie’s time.

  “Salted caramel mocha Frappuccino delivery service for you,” Carrie called as she reached the top of the stairs. “I even asked for extra caramel drizzled on the whipped cream.” Oh, to be a twelve-year-old athlete and be able to eat like that and stay thin.

  To Carrie’s surprise, Maddie’s bedroom door stood open. Carrie went in, expecting to find the girl at her desk, or maybe sacked out on her bed.

  Instead the room was empty.

  Dread crept over her. “Maddie?”

  No answer.

  “Maddie!” she yelled. Maybe she was in the bathroom.

  Still no answer.

  Dread turned to panic, chilling her from the inside. Carrie surveyed the room, looking for an indication where the girl could be.

  Her laptop was gone from its usual spot on the desk. What’s more, both the laptop charger and Maddie’s cell phone charger were also gone.

  Not good. Not good.

  Frantic now, Carrie rushed to the bed. To her dismay, the beat-up stuffed bunny that Maddie slept with was gone from its perch on the pillow.

  Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

  A glance back at the desk confirmed that Maddie’s carved wooden box where she kept her spending money was open and empty.

  Doing her best not to collapse in a heap of terrified tears, Carrie sank onto the bed and pulled out her phone. She almost ripped her hair out, waiting for an answer, but of course Maddie didn’t pick up. So Carrie tried a different number.

  “Hello?” Emilia’s voice sounded wary.

  “Emilia, it’s Carrie. Maddie’s nanny.”

  “Oh. Hi.”

  “Do you know where Maddie is? I came back from Starbucks and she isn’t here. I’m sure she left a note, but I can’t seem to find it.” Carrie was positive Maddie hadn’t left a note, but she didn’t want Emilia to think she would get her friend in trouble if she told Carrie where she was.

  “Um, I don’t…”

  Carrie knew preteen girls well enough to be sure Emilia had at least an idea where Maddie might be. In fact, Carrie would bet Emilia knew exactly where Maddie was.

  “Emilia, she’s not going to get in trouble. I promise. I just need to know she’s OK.” Carrie paused for effect. “But if I have to call her dad and make him miss his flight to St. Louis….”

  “I don’t know exactly where she is. I’m sorry!” Emilia sounded as worried as Carrie felt. “She said something about how her mom would understand.”

  A wave of dizziness rolled over Carrie. Her mom. She didn’t know if she wanted to scream or cry or panic. Probably panic. But she couldn’t, not if she were going to find Maddie before she did something even dumber.

  “Did she say anything else? Please, Emilia, it’s important.”

  “Just that she was really mad at you and her dad.”

  “OK. Thank you. I appreciate you telling me this.” Thank God Emilia was willing to talk to her. “If you hear from her again, will you tell her that her dad and I really want her to come home? And will you let me know if she tells you anything else about where she is or where she’s going?”

  Why couldn’t Maddie simply have stormed out and gone to Emilia’s house? No, she had to have ideas in her head about finding her absentee mom, who lived somewhere in Texas. Only a thousand miles away.

  Did she think she was going to take her spare cash and buy a plane ticket? This was, at least, the advantage to tracking down a distraught twelve-year-old: she wouldn’t get far with only a half-assed plan.

  Carrie hung up with Emilia, then made the call she truly dreaded.

  * * *

  —

  Seth stormed into the house, slamming the door as hard as he could behind him. Fury and panic warred for control, and he let the anger have free rein. If he allowed the fear to surface, he’d stop being able to function.

  He’d fucked up. Big time.

  “How the hell did you let this happen?” he roared at Carrie, who stood at the kitchen counter, in almost the same spot she’d been when he left a few hours earlier.

  Her face turned pink, her eyes flashing as she stared at him. “Let this happen? What, you think I gave her a wad of cash and drove her to the airport?”

  It was unfair to blame her, but dammit, she was the adult. He’d left her in charge. And now his daughter was missing. He wanted to punch his fist through the wall several times. He wanted to beat the shit out of something.

  What he really wanted was to yell at his daughter to stop acting like a brat and maybe for once see things from his perspective instead of throwing a tantrum because one time he’d put his own needs ahead of hers.

  But he couldn’t do any of that. So he yelled back at Carrie. “How the hell did she get out of the house without you even noticing?”

  “I went to Starbucks,” she bit out through her teeth.

  “Oh, you went to Starbucks. Because why wouldn’t you indulge your caffeine need when the child you’re supposed to be looking after is upset?”

  He needed to shut the fuck up. He felt so out of control, he didn’t even fully understand what he was saying. But he couldn’t stop himself.

  “She wouldn’t speak to me!” Carrie shoved away from the counter
and rounded to him. “I asked her to come with me, and she refused, so I went to get her an apology drink. I was trying to fix things!”

  “Well, you’ve done a bang-up job.”

  “Fuck you. This isn’t my fault.”

  No, it wasn’t.

  They stared each other down, seething. Something shifted in her eyes, something hidden behind the anger, something that looked an awful lot like hurt.

  Fuck.

  Seth let out a slow breath, his shoulders deflating like a balloon. He scrubbed his hand over his face, scratching at his beard.

  “How long has she been gone?”

  “Less than an hour.” Carrie’s voice was cautious. Like she didn’t trust him not to explode at her again.

  He felt like shit. He wanted to gather her against him, say he was sorry, and kiss her until she believed him. But there wasn’t time for that.

  He headed for his bedroom, where his laptop sat on the dresser. God bless his paranoid mom for making him install one of those apps on Maddie’s phone so that he could track her on GPS at all times. Hopefully she was too upset to think to turn it off.

  “I called Emilia.” Carrie hovered in the doorway. Seth hated that she didn’t come into his room. After everything they’d shared in this room, now she felt she had to stay on the threshold.

  How had it been only a few hours ago he’d felt like everything was perfect?

  “She said Maddie said something about her mom would understand.”

  Motherfucking fucker on a stick. Maddie could not seriously be thinking of going to find Jessa. If there was one person on the planet who absolutely would not empathize with their child, it was Jessa. Seth had assumed Maddie was going to try to go to Houston, get his parents to take her in.

  “Thanks.” He managed to keep his frustration out of his voice. He didn’t need to lash out at Carrie about that. Jessa had nothing to do with her.

  He pulled up the website for the GPS tracking app and entered his account information. Within seconds, his laptop screen filled with a map of downtown Milwaukee. The pulsing red dot showed Maddie’s location—or at least her phone’s location—at the Amtrak station.

  Relief was intense, buckling his knees. He leaned heavily on the dresser. He hadn’t realized until that second just how powerful his fear had been. His eyes burned, but he willed back the tears. He could cry once he had his baby girl in his arms. He wasn’t there yet.

  A gentle hand on his back startled Seth back to the moment.

  “You OK?” Carrie asked gently.

  He looked at her and his heart felt like it was cracking in his chest. He yelled at her, blamed her for Maddie disappearing, and yet here she was, understanding and compassion making her eyes practically glow.

  He was so in love with her.

  He wanted to tell her. Wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her and beg her forgiveness and promise they’d find a way to work things out.

  But first he had to find his daughter.

  Because he didn’t trust his voice, he nodded tightly. “She’s at the Amtrak station.” He hesitated, then decided fuck it, and kissed her. A hard, brief kiss, just a press of his mouth to hers. But he needed at least that.

  “I gotta go.”

  Nodding, she pulled her lips between her teeth, as if pulling his kiss inside her. Or at least that’s what he told himself to make himself feel a little better.

  “I gotta make another call on the way. Can you call the train station and let them know what’s up? Make sure they don’t sell her a ticket?” He needed to call his agent, plus he should call Jessa and give her a heads-up. Just in case.

  Another nod from Carrie.

  He paused in the doorway, searching her face. He didn’t even know what he was looking for.

  “I’ll see you soon.”

  * * *

  —

  Out of breath, lungs burning from sprinting from the lot to the door in the cold, Seth shoved through the doors of the Amtrak station and looked around frantically. His gaze landed on an information desk and he started for it.

  Then he drew up short.

  Sitting on the floor against the wall, arms wrapped around her long legs, face hidden in her knees, was his baby girl. Everything inside him stilled, his chest aching as he took a moment to really see her for the first time in too long. She looked so small and alone. And he’d let that happen.

  Pressing the heel of his hand into his eye to hold back a tear, he crossed the space in long strides. When he got close, he could hear Maddie’s crying, and the cracks in his heart deepened.

  “Maddie.” His voice came out thick, and this time he didn’t bother holding back the tear that rolled down the side of his nose. He sank to the floor next to her and pulled her against his chest. She stiffened at first and tried to pull away, but he held her tightly and whispered, “I’m so sorry, baby.”

  With that, she collapsed against him, sobs racking her thin frame. Seth held her tightly and rocked her as she cried. As he cried a little too. With the panic of her running away over, the full weight of what could have happened set in and his hands shook as he stroked her hair.

  He could have lost everything.

  He dug his fingers into his opposite palm to distract himself from the overwhelming sadness that swept through him. He’d failed his daughter so deeply, but he would do whatever he needed to fix things and do better in the future. Even if that meant leaving Milwaukee after the season ended and moving back to Houston; even if it meant leaving the Dragons and Carrie.

  Carrie. Fuck. He couldn’t even think about her right now. He’d fucked that up too, but he could worry about that later.

  “Baby, what’s going on?” he asked gently. He was probably supposed to be angrier with her, for running away, for upsetting everyone who cared about her, for making him miss his flight and for turning his day completely upside down. But he couldn’t dredge up that emotion. He was too damn glad to have found her and too aware that he shouldered some of the blame.

  Maddie didn’t lift her head, instead speaking into his wool coat. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just…I don’t know.” She shuddered against him.

  Seth took her face in his hands and pulled back so he could look at her. Her eyes were red and swollen, her cheeks wet with tears. And her expression was pure agony.

  He took a deep breath, trying to dislodge some of the lump in his throat so he could speak. “I didn’t realize how unhappy you were here. I know my schedule is crazy during the season, but I’m still around. You can still talk to me.”

  “It’s not that. It’s…” She dropped her gaze, still refusing to look at him. “It’s dumb. I never should have tried to go see—to go away.”

  He sighed, then scooted back to lean against the row of windows next to her. He stretched his legs out and crossed his ankles. When she mirrored his posture, he almost smiled.

  “Your mom.” Might as well toss the elephant out in the open so they could tackle it. “Carrie talked to Emilia. She was really worried.” He barely kept his voice from cracking when he mentioned Carrie.

  Maddie picked at her cuticle, concentrating hard on her hands. “It was a stupid idea. Don’t worry, it won’t happen again.” This time, instead of misery, her voice held bitterness. Which wasn’t any better for the state of Seth’s shredded heart.

  “If you want to know more about your mom, ask. We didn’t know each other real well, but I can try to help you.”

  “I did!”

  She had? Oh, hell, she had, and he’d blown her off. “Maddie –”

  She sniffed. “Um, but, I sort of decided to find her on social media instead. And then I was mad about Thanksgiving, and she seemed so cool and friendly online. And then a bunch of bullshit happened at school and then I found you and Carrie and I was so mad I didn’t know what to do so I grabbed as much money as
I could find and got an Uber here and it felt wrong not to tell anyone anything so I texted Emilia and then I got here and was waiting and then my mom sent me this awful text and I don’t ever need to think about her again ever and I’m so sorry Daddy so sorry I promise I won’t ever ask about her again or try to run away just please don’t be mad at me I’m so sorry.”

  Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks as Seth stared at her. He didn’t even know which point to address first from her mini-outburst.

  She shoved her phone at Seth, the text from Jessa on the screen.

  Jessa: You show up here, we won’t let you in. You’re not welcome.

  Fuck. He’d known for a long time that Maddie’s mom was cold, but he’d hoped his daughter would never have to find out quite so directly.

  Sniffing, Maddie wiped her cheek. “Sorry, I know I’m not supposed to swear.”

  What? “I think we can let that slide.” That was the least of his worries.

  He should probably get up, help her to her feet, and take her home so they could have this conversation over hot chocolate. He could picture her curled up on the couch under her Batgirl blanket, the Christmas tree lights casting a glow over them as they worked through everything.

  But it also felt important to address at least some of it right away. Even if that meant spending two hours sitting on the cold floor of the train station.

  “Let’s start with Carrie.”

  Maddie’s face hardened. “I want her gone. She can’t be my nanny anymore.”

  Fuck. “Mad—”

  “No!” She shook her head vigorously, cutting him off. “She can’t. Please, Dad, just get a new nanny. You ruined it with her.”

  Seth opened his mouth to protest, but he didn’t know what to say. This was exactly why he’d insisted he and Carrie keep things from Maddie. His daughter always had to come first.

  Except things had changed. He was in love with Carrie now.

  “I hate her, Dad. She…” Maddie’s voice choked off as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

  Oh, hell. He couldn’t let anything come between him and Maddie. He had to get his priorities back in order. Football and Maddie were his life. If Maddie wasn’t OK with it, there wasn’t room for anything else.