Good Girl Gone Plaid (20 page)

And now here they all were in a family meeting at the pub. It certainly wouldn’t have been the first time, but since their parents had moved back to Scotland, they’d turned to relying on technology to keep everyone together.

“How are you doing with this discovery, Ian?” Their mother’s brows were knit with concern, but even through the screen he could see the faint sparkle of excitement.

She obviously was pleased at the notion she had a grandkid, no matter how frustrating the discovery.

“Not so well, honestly.” Ian’s attention was snagged by the whisky his brother sat down in front of him. “Though this’ll help. Thank you, Aleck.”

“Any time.”

“What is her name again? The girl?” his mother asked.

“Emily.”

“And she’s ten?” As if the seal had been broken, their mother launched into a torrid of questions. “Do you have a picture? I’ll bet she looks like you. Is she just the sweetest thing?”

“Ma, easy there.” Kenzie sighed. “She has the McLaughlin green eyes that we all got from Da. But other than that she’s the spitting image of Sarah.”

“I’ve no pictures yet, but I’m sure I can get some from Sarah.” The words felt so odd on Ian’s tongue.

They were talking about his daughter. He had a kid. The whole notion was still a complete mind-fuck.

“She’s absolutely adorable and loads of fun,” Kenzie added. “I’m already smitten with my niece and I’ve only known about her for a few hours.” Her face lit up and she squealed suddenly, bouncing in her seat. “Oh wow, it’s sinking in. I’m an aunt!”

Colin heaved a sigh. “Are you all right there, Kenzie? Did you hurt something?”

“No, I didn’t hurt something,” she said tartly. “Forgive me, but the novelty hasn’t worn off that I have a niece. And it likely won’t wear off for several months. So you all might want to brace yourselves for more of these little episodes.”

“I like that word. Episode. Reminds me of tantrum,” Aleck teased. “You were good at those as a child too.”

Kenzie made a face and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I tell you, it’ll be good to have another female in the mix. It’s not easy with the lot of you boys.” She glanced at the computer. “No offense, Ma, but you being in Scotland again certainly tips the scales.”

Their mother laughed. “None taken, darling. And we really do miss you all.”

Ian had been following the exchange with some amusement, and growing wonder. The entire family seemed to have accepted Emily being his daughter far easier than he had.

“So what are you going to do now?” their father asked.

“I don’t know what to do,” Ian finally admitted. “Where to go from here.”

“You could hire a lawyer and fight for custody,” Aleck suggested lightly.

Yes, and he’d considered it. He could already imagine the shock and fear on Sarah’s face if he went forward with that plan of action. She’d likely try to castrate him on the spot.

But would she fight him if he wanted partial custody? Would a lawyer even be necessary?

“Well, what do you want? Do you want to take on the responsibility of being a father?” Colin glanced at him. “You’ve never seemed all that fond of kids before.”

“No. I don’t suppose I was. I didn’t hate them, but I never went out of my way to cuddle a baby either.” He gave a faint smile. “And yet, now it seems I have a child.”

“Just crazy.” Kenzie sighed. “I never thought you’d be the first one of us to become a parent.”

Aleck pulled out his chair across the table and sat down. “The first ten years you were denied the chance to help raise Emily. But you have every right to fight for the chance to do so from here on out.”

“Sarah didn’t seem to want me in Emily’s life up to this point,” he pointed out flatly. “I can’t imagine she’ll be thrilled to have me start playing the role of dad now.”

“But you
are
her Da,” his father protested, his voice rising. “It’s not right that you weren’t told.”

There were murmurs of agreement around the table.

“Are you going to answer the question?” Aleck prodded. “Do you want to be part of her life?”

Ian tightened his grip around his glass and stared at his whisky.

Maybe he’d never been the father type, or imagined himself with kids, but now that he knew there was a child out there with his blood…well, it completely changed everything.

Emily was a physical presence in his life now. She was warm and vibrant, a bit random and shockingly blunt. He could see reflections of himself in her. She was a part of him.

Just thinking about missing the first ten years of her life wrapped a fist around his heart and squeezed.

He didn’t want to send her away and pretend he’d never found out. He couldn’t. There was no way in hell he would ever make that choice. What he wanted was the chance to know her better.

“Aye.” He finally gave a small nod. “I want to be a part of her life.”

Pride flickered in their father’s eyes. “Then you make it clear to Sarah that you want to be involved.”

There was another chorus of ayes around the table, and words of support.

“I know what she did wasn’t right, son.” Their mother sighed. “But you’ll need to keep a calm head upon you from this point out. I can’t imagine you reacted very well.”

“No. Not at all.”

“Well, I sure as fook don’t blame him,” Aleck muttered.

“Nor I.” Colin nodded. “Well, for the most part. You didn’t hit her or anything of the sorts, did you? Because you know I’ll have to arrest your arse.”

“Christ, no. What kind of man do you take me for, you bastard?”

Colin grinned. “One who doesn’t always hold his temper. Though the few times you’ve lost it, I can’t say that I blamed you.”

They both glanced at Kenzie, but she dropped her gaze, seeming to want no part of this turn in conversation.

“Is there anything between you and Sarah, or the possibility of anything?” Their dad asked, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. “I hear she’s divorced.”

“Aye, she is.” Ian hesitated, not sure he wanted to dump the details of what sort of relationship he and Sarah had had since she’d returned to the island.

Especially seeing that it was primarily sexual.

Yet now there was Emily.

“I don’t right know, to tell you the truth. There will always be
something
between us, but is it enough?”

“I think it is. Add in a child you both have, then yes,” their mother chimed in.

“Whatever road you choose, Ian, you know we’ll always support you.”

Ian met Aleck’s steady gaze, and then nodded at the firm words.

“Thank you. All of you. A man could truly not ask for a better family.”

“Agreed. Well, I suppose this family meeting is wrapped up then?” Their father asked, glancing at his wife.

“Aye. Call it a night, already,” Ian agreed. “You’re likely half asleep, Da.”

“After drinking this tea? I’m on a caffeine high and doubt I’ll sleep anytime soon.” He kissed his wife’s cheek and laughed. “But I’m sure your mother and I can figure out a way to entertain ourselves.”

“Thank you for that thought, Da,” Kenzie hollered. “Now let me just find a bucket to throw up in.”

“I want pictures of my grandchild,” their mother pleaded. “And if you could find out her size in clothing, what her favorite color is, what her favorite toys are—”

“Oh jeez, she’s bent on spoiling the grandchild she’s only known about for a few hours!” Colin guffawed.

Kenzie rolled her eyes. “Aye, well she’ll have to get in line.”

Ian laughed and shook his head. “Love you all.”

Everyone chimed in with fond responses, and a moment later Aleck ended the session.

“Well? How are you feeling about where you go from here?”

Ian considered everything they’d discussed and weighed his emotions and status of his heart.

“I feel pretty decent,” he murmured, almost surprised to realize he did. “Optimistic even. Thank you all again.”

“No need for thanks, we’re family.” Aleck pushed back his chair and stood. “I hereby call this McLaughlin family meeting adjourned.”

Kenzie rose and rolled her eyes. “Gee, we’ve either landed in a courthouse or the eighteen-hundreds. Could you be any more formal, big brother?”

“Aye, I could.” He kissed the top of her head. “Now let’s get this pub open and making some money.”

“Well
I
hereby request a shot of whisky before we do that.” Kenzie sighed and moved to give Ian a hug. “It’s been a long day.”

Ian hugged his sister back tightly. Amusement, fondness and a deep appreciation for his family ran through him. He knew he’d been unusually quiet tonight, but his mind was elsewhere.

Kenzie pulled away and gave him a gentle smile. “Go sleep on this tonight, and see her tomorrow.”

“That’s my plan. Thank you, Kenzie, for all you did today.”

“Anytime.” She gaze a small smile. “I owe you anyway.”

“You don’t owe me a thing.” He squeezed her hand, then turned and left the pub.

Sarah cracked open a can of diet soda and handed it to her mom before settling down on the couch with her own soda.

Her mother sat at one end, her legs curled under her bottom, her gaze cast downward. She’d been like that most of the night—avoiding eye contact.

But now that it was pushing ten and Emily was asleep in the other room, Sarah wasn’t about to avoid the topic any longer.

“What were you thinking, Mom? Coming out here?” She shook her head and tightened her fingers around the soda can. “Did you really think he wouldn’t find out?”

“A child should be with her mother,” Ana said firmly. “We were making plans to come out even before you called and asked for the money. Emily wasn’t happy in Virginia.”

“Yes, well sometimes she’s not happy being forced to bathe either. You know how children work, you have two of them.” She laughed softly, but it was without humor. “And then you left Ian alone with Emily today. You had to know what would happen then. That girl is a chatterbox. She probably gave him enough clues to put it together within five minutes.”

“Yes, that was about how long it took,” Mom agreed. “I was only in the house for maybe seven minutes total. And when I came out and saw the shock on his face, well, I knew he’d figured it out. And of course then I realized how badly I’d screwed up.”

“You did. You really, really did. I made the deliberate choice to leave her with you in Virginia to avoid this happening. This is pretty much my worst nightmare.”

Ana was silent for a moment, seeming lost in thought. “Is he really so bad? Ian?”

How could she even answer that? Her mother had seen the same printout Sarah had that day when her father had shown them.

“He has a felony on record, remember?”

“I remember. Assault, wasn’t it?”

“Second degree.”

“Hmm. That’s bad?”

“Well, I’m hardly a legal expert, but from what I understand only first degree is worse.”

“Hmm.” Ana sighed and stretched her legs out on the couch. “I always liked Ian. No matter that your father didn’t.”

Sometimes her mom was a hopeless romantic. “He broke my heart, Mom. I found him in bed with another girl. You have no idea how badly—”

“It hurts? I do. Your father wasn’t perfect. No man is.”

A beat went by as Sarah tried to process what her mom was saying. Had her father had an affair? The idea made her stomach roil.

“He was a sailor. He was gone a lot,” her mom continued. “And one time the temptation was too much for him.” Their gazes locked. “But I loved him enough to stay. To make it work. Because he loved us, and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to protect us.”

Sarah shook her head. “Dad had an affair? When was this?”

“When you were around seven, and your sister had only just been born.”

“I never knew.”

Ana smiled faintly. “He never wanted you to. Once I forgave him, we agreed to never talk about it. We would never pass that stress or grief on to you girls. It was our burden.”

“Well, you both carried it well. I didn’t have a clue.”

It was almost too hard to believe that her dad had been unfaithful. And yet, at the same time, it wasn’t. Sarah had known he wasn’t perfect. She’d hated the way he’d treated Ian and could be so hard-headed and stubborn when he deemed himself right. But he’d been her dad. Protective and loving and she hated thinking bad of him. And in the end, he’d been right about Ian, hadn’t he?

“I didn’t tell you this to taint your father’s memory, Sarah. I only thought it might help you understand that sometimes love is worth fighting for.”

“You sure didn’t seem to feel this way at the time when Ian and I split up.”

“No, you’re right I didn’t,” Ana agreed. “At the time you were so young. Not even eighteen. I thought it was puppy love that would quickly fade. Harmless.”

Never had Sarah ever once written off what had been between her and Ian as puppy love. They’d been young, yes. Probably even naïve. But their love had been all too real.