FATHER IN TRAINING (20 page)

The list made, she was able to relax. It wouldn't be that difficult. Kyle was fair-minded. He would forgive her and things would go back the way they had been. He would be charming and far too good-looking, and she would resist temptation with all her might.

She ignored the little voice in the back of her mind that whispered the question asking what wonderful thing might happen if, just once, she forgot she was supposed to resist.

Chapter 10

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K
yle folded the blank piece of paper one last time, then laid it flat to smooth the edges. He grasped the bottom and aimed toward the open glass door that led into the hallway,
then
he let the paper airplane go. It soared toward the ceiling, looped around once, took a nosedive for the floor and crash-landed about a yard from the trash can.

Travis came in
the from
his office and stared at the crumpled plane. He glanced at the paper, then his brother and grinned. "Woman trouble. Who is she?"

Kyle didn't bother answering. He wasn't in the mood to be harassed with well-meaning advice. He rubbed his hand over his chin and tried to stay awake. He told himself his sleeplessness the night before had more to do with switching from graveyard to days than it did with
Sandy
, but he knew he was lying.

"Your silence means you don't want to talk about her." Travis sat on the corner of Kyle's desk. "Excuse me for mentioning it, little brother, but you look awful."

"Good. I feel awful."

"Is it
Sandy
?"

Kyle glanced up into eyes that were the same dark brown as his own. All four Haynes brothers had dark hair and eyes. He was the tallest; Travis was an inch shorter. They were most alike in looks. He, Travis and Craig were most alike in temperament, with
Jordan
being the moody one in the group. But they all had one thing in common—a history of failed relationships. At least Travis had managed to make his second marriage work.

"Maybe," he admitted.

"That's a yes." Travis leaned toward him. "What's the problem?"

"She hates me."

"Is that all?"

"Thanks for the sympathy." He wondered if he should just ignore the whole damn thing. That's what
Sandy
wanted. She thought everything that had happened with Blake was his fault. She'd been quick to judge and had refused to listen to his explanations. He shouldn't try to change her opinion. Only it wasn't that easy. He didn't want her to be mad at him.

"So what did you do?" he asked Travis.

"About?"

"
Elizabeth
." Kyle leaned back in his chair and rested his heels on the corner of the desk. "How did you know she was the right one? How did you know it would be different from Julie?"

Travis's first marriage had ended in divorce. He'd moped around for a year or so,
then
had started dating again. It had seemed that the Haynes curse was hard at work, until Travis had met
Elizabeth
.

Travis studied him for a long time. "It's that serious?" he asked.

"I don't know." He picked up a pen and studied it, then set it down. "Maybe. She got mad at me yesterday. Her son, Blake, got in a fight. She thinks I wasn't being responsible. She said a few things that forced me to take a look at myself."

His brother nodded. "When I first met
Elizabeth
, I knew I was attracted to her, but I didn't know she was going to be the one for me. When I finally figured it out, I was scared as hell."

"I remember."

Travis grimaced. "The Haynes curse. Four generations of men who managed to screw up perfectly good relationships. I'd been faithful to Julie, and our marriage still hadn't worked, so I knew it was more than that. But I didn't know what. I was afraid we'd been born with a gene missing or something." He grinned.

Kyle didn't smile back. Maybe his brother was right. Maybe there was something fundamentally wrong with all of them. It would explain a lot of things.

"Then I found out it was a lot simpler than that. I just had to decide."

"Decide what?" Kyle asked.

"Decide to make it work. I'd always thought I couldn't be a good husband or father. Look at what we were raised with. Then I figured out our father chose to be with those other women. He chose to be gone and ignore us and Mom. He chose to be a first-class bastard and I could choose to be something else."

"As easy as that?" It couldn't be that simple.

"It wasn't easy. I had a lot to learn. But
Elizabeth
has been patient with me and I'm getting better."

Kyle lowered his feet to the floor and leaned forward. He rested his forearms on the desk. "But how did you know she was the one?"

"I couldn't imagine life without her."

Kyle had spent most of the previous night trying to imagine what his world would be like now that
Sandy
had taken herself from him. He hadn't wanted to picture the long days, the silence. Even consoling
himself
with the thought that there were any number of women he could call hadn't made him feel better.

"What if she can imagine life without me?" he asked glumly.

"You mean you haven't seduced her with the famous Haynes charm?"

He shook his head. "I think she's immune. She accused me of skating by on my looks. Form over substance." He looked up at his boss. "Do I have any character?"

Travis laughed. "Hell, Kyle, you're my little brother. I'm not supposed to make you feel
better,
I'm supposed to make you suffer."

"That was when we were kids."

Travis sobered. "Yes, you've got a lot of character. You work hard here. Why do you think I offered you the job in the first place?"

"I never could figure that out."

"You graduated at the top of your academy class, and you were ranked highest of all the rookies on the SFPD. Why wouldn't I want to hire you? I spent the first year waiting for you to tell me you were going back to the city. That being a deputy in this little town was too boring."

"So how about a raise?"

"Talk to me after the county commissioners present the budget."

Kyle leaned back in his chair. Once he'd returned to Glenwood, he hadn't wanted to live anywhere else. This was home to him. He liked the pace of life, and the roots he had here. Everything in his life worked. Except for
Sandy
.

"I should probably just forget about her," he mumbled. She'd made her feelings pretty clear last night. He'd assumed she would realize her mistake and want to apologize, but what if he was wrong about that? What if she was still mad at him? Then, worrying about being a part of her life wasn't going to matter. She would chase him off with a shotgun if she saw him coming.

But the thought of not seeing her again, of not being near her and touching her, made his chest ache. He wanted to call her up and ask her to hear him out. He wanted to have her kids over, even Lindsay, and take them to a movie. He wanted to hear the laughter and feel as if he was a part of a family. Funny, growing up with both parents and three brothers, he'd never felt as if he'd belonged. With Sandy and her kids, he felt whole.

Normally, this was the point in a relationship where he thought about running away. This time, he didn't want to leave. At least not yet. He was willing to risk a little more. The thought scared him though. She could leave him trampled and bleeding. But he had to take a chance.

"I think you should wait for a sign," Travis said.

"That's the stupidest thing I ever heard."

"I'm serious. If something happens in the next five minutes that tells you it's meant to be,
then
go for it. If nothing happens, then forget about her."

Kyle glanced at his older brother. "You've been working out in the garden without a hat, haven't you?"

Travis shrugged. "It's just a suggestion. I'm a great believer in signs."

Before Kyle could respond to that, the station door opened and
Sandy
walked in. He felt his jaw drop. "Holy—" Talk about a sign.

Travis slid off the corner of his desk and stood up. "I told you."

Kyle rose and glared at him. "You're not so smart."

Travis chuckled. "I know. I saw her car pull up." He glanced at the clock. "Look, it's time for your break." Still laughing, he went back into his office.

Kyle opened the wood-and-glass door that led to the waiting area. Except for
Sandy
, it was mercifully empty.

She was standing by one of the wooden benches that lined the wall. It was quiet in the middle of the afternoon. They were alone.

She glanced at him. Her green eyes were dark with emotions he couldn't read. Or maybe he didn't want to know what she was thinking. He stuck his hands into his pockets and waited.

Sandy
wore a peach sundress. He was used to seeing her in shorts, but he liked how the thin fabric molded itself to her breasts,
then
flared out at the waist. Skinny straps held the bodice in place. Her slight tan made her hair look lighter.

She twisted the shoulder strap of her purse several times, stared at the floor, then looked back at him. "Hi," she said at last.

"Hi, yourself."

"I went by your house but you weren't there, so I figured you might be working."

"Here I am." He motioned to the benches. "You want to sit down?"

"Sure." She lowered herself to one end of the seat.

He didn't know how close to get, so he took the bench next to hers. There was about two feet between them. "What's going on? Are the kids okay?"

"What? Oh, they're, um, outside eating ice cream. We went to that place across the street. Blake's doing really well. Most of the swelling is gone, although the bruise is turning some pretty interesting colors."

"I'll bet."

He wondered if the conversation could have been more awkward. He wanted to ask why she'd come, but a part of him didn't care why. It was enough that she was here. He studied her face, the wide eyes, the slightly pointed chin, the trace of lipstick on her mouth. He wanted to kiss her. More than that, he wanted to hold her and have her tell him it was going to be okay between them.

She drew in a deep breath. "I've come to eat crow. I can eat it cold, if you insist, although it might go down a little easier if I can heat it in the microwave."

A fierce feeling of gladness swept over him. He forced himself to stay still. "I don't mind if it's warm."

She smiled slightly. "Thanks." Her smile faded. "Look, Kyle, I was wrong. I came home after dropping Nichole off and Lindsay told me Blake had been in a fight and he was bleeding. I just lost it. When I came into your place and saw you teaching him how to fight more—well, I reacted without thinking." She stared at the purse on her lap. "I don't remember everything I said. I just sort of went into protective mother rage. I was scared and I lashed out at you. Blake told me what happened. I know he wasn't really fighting.
Gary
hit him when he wasn't looking." She raised her gaze to him. "I also know you tried to stop it. I'm sorry about all the things I said. I hope you can forgive me."

At fourteen, he'd thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. At thirty, he thought she was the most beautiful woman. There was something about her combination of features, or her eyes, or her smile that made him crazy when he was near her. She could turn him on with a glance. She could reduce him to a whimpering mass with just a word. He had it bad, and it scared him. But for once, he wasn't going to run away.

"Before I accept your apology, there's something I have to tell you," he said. "It might make you mad all over again, but
this time hear
me out before beating me up, okay?"