Jackson Hole Valentine (10 page)

Meg cast a sideways glance at Cole. He appeared receptive to the idea but this was something they should discuss privately.

“Thank you so much for the generous offer,” Meg said. “Can we get back to you later today?”

“No rush,” Lexi said. “Anytime this week is fine. And if you decide to come, don’t worry about bringing anything. We’ve got the food completely covered.”

Once they were alone, Cole turned to her. “Why did you say we’d get back to them? Why didn’t you just accept?”

“Because you and I needed to discuss the offer.” Meg carefully placed apples into a plastic bag then twist tied it shut and handed it to Cole to place in the cart.

“I’d have gone along with whatever you decided.”

“Thank you for that,” Meg said. “But I believe that parenting is a joint effort. When Travis and I were helping raise our siblings, we discovered early on the importance of not only being on the same page but of presenting a united front.”

“My mom and dad didn’t operate that way.” He grabbed a head of lettuce and dunked it into the cart with a high lob. “And my stepdad and my mom were too busy bickering to think of anything else.”

Meg hadn’t known much about Cole’s home life back in their high school days. Oh, she’d heard the gossip. How his mom had remarried less than six weeks after his father had died. Then, less than a year later, how she’d taken off with a “boyfriend,” leaving Cole and his brother behind.

Meg had seen Cole’s stepdad only once, coming out of a downtown bar at two in the afternoon, drunk.

“Of course—” Meg chose her words carefully, wanting to be fair “—if you’d like us to consider other parenting styles, I’m certainly open to the possibility.”

Cole waved a dismissive hand. “Making joint decisions and presenting a united front works for me.”

“It’s all about
communication
.” She stressed the last word, remembering how he’d dropped her so abruptly and refused her calls.

“So.” He picked up a shiny purple eggplant, stared at it for a moment with a puzzled look on his face before putting it down. “What do you want to do about the party?”

Meg added some bananas, oranges and a pineapple to the growing mound of food. “On one hand, I think it’d be fun for Charlie to play with my nephews. And we’d know some of the people there. The food is bound to be fabulous. Travis raves about Lexi’s cooking.”

“On the other hand…” Cole prompted, adding a gallon of milk and a carton of orange juice to the basket.

“Charlie just lost his parents. Is being tossed into such a busy environment really what he needs right now?” Meg sighed. She’d often thought the world would be a better place if children came with instruction booklets.

“Well, he has some upcoming days off school. That will give him lots of one-on-one time with us.” Cole’s brows pulled together in thought. “Having children to play with might be a nice break for him.”

Cole made a good point. Meg had never considered it from that perspective before. Now, she recalled how excited Charlie had been about attending this birthday party. Playing with kids his own age had been a big part of his life prior to his parents’ deaths. The boy probably did miss the interaction.

“I could call Lexi when we get back to the house and tell her we accept their offer,” Meg said. “Or I suppose I can just wait and tell her at church tomorrow.”

“Church?” Cole couldn’t have looked more shocked if she’d said they were going to an orgy. “I didn’t say anything about church.”

“I don’t know about you, but church is a part of my life,” Meg said with a smile. “And I know Charlie is looking forward to going to Sunday school tomorrow. I thought we’d go to church, then while he’s at Sunday school have breakfast at The Coffee Pot. According to my brother, the café is still ‘the’ place to go on Sunday mornings.”

Meg hadn’t been surprised to hear that the small café had retained its well-deserved reputation as having the best breakfast menu in Jackson.

“I guess it’s better than sitting at home staring at four walls.” Cole maneuvered the cart down the canned vegetable aisle with surprising agility. “That’s when I start thinking about Ty and Joy and the unfairness of it all.”

A lump formed in Meg’s throat. “Last night I dreamed I saw them in this supermarket. They were laughing and talking with each other when I saw them. I was so happy. But each time I tried to approach them, they kept disappearing down another aisle. For some reason they couldn’t hear me, not even when I called out to them. I woke up crying.”

Tears welled in Meg’s eyes but she brushed them back and threw a couple cans into the cart.

Before she could take off down the aisle, Cole reached over and briefly squeezed her hand. “I’m going to make an executive decision.”

Meg blinked. “I don’t understand.”

He confiscated two cans of spinach from the cart and placed them back on the shelf. “We don’t need these.”

Meg could feel the heat flooding her cheeks. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“Grief makes us do all sorts of crazy things.” Cole shot her an understanding smile.

“I miss her, them, so much,” Meg said with a sigh. “But I’m still thankful.”

Cole maneuvered the cart to the side to let an attractive brunette go past. He didn’t appear to notice the woman’s appraising look and the increased sway of her hips as she sauntered past him. “Thankful for what?”

Her heart cried at the trace of bitterness in his tone.

“Thankful that Joy and Ty were responsible parents who took time to update their will and name us as guardians for their son.” Meg lifted a can of peas from the shelf. When Cole nodded, she dropped the can into the cart. “If they hadn’t, Charlie would have been thrust into the foster care system until the courts had time to decide where he should be placed.”

A shocked look blanketed Cole’s face. “Seriously?”

Meg nodded. “And I’m thankful that Charlie walked away from the crash without a scratch. I saw pictures of the car.” She shuddered. “It’s a miracle anyone made it out of the vehicle alive.”

Cole looked at Meg as if seeing her for the first time.

“Not to mention the improbability of you and I making living together under the same roof work…yet we’re doing it.” She tossed another couple cans into the cart. As far as she was concerned, having them peacefully—at least so far—coexist under the same roof was a miracle.

“You’ve convinced me.” He released his hold on the cart and lifted both hands in a gesture of surrender. “We do have a lot to be thankful for.”

He reached into the cart and pulled out a can. “But seriously, creamed corn?”

Meg confiscated the can from his hand and put it back in the cart. “I happen to love the stuff. If you and Charlie don’t, so sad for you. It’ll just mean more for me.”

Chapter Seven

W
hen Cole’s dad had been alive, they’d attended Sunday services as a family every week. Once he died, everything changed.

If Cole said he missed being at church, he’d be lying. He hadn’t had any use for the place since God had taken the only good thing in his life. His dad had understood Cole’s struggles in school, had supported his pursuit of excellence on the football field. Most of all, his father had loved him unconditionally.

Cole’s mother had seemed more relieved than saddened by her husband’s death from cancer. She’d remarried before the man she’d vowed to love forever was even cold in the ground.

“My mommy said when I make a mean face, it could freeze like that.”

Cole pulled his thoughts back to the present and turned in his seat to face his son sitting in the back. “Was I scowling?”

The child pulled his brows together, narrowed his eyes then pointed to his own face.

“Wow,” Cole said. “If my face froze like that, I’d scare you
and
Aunt Meg.”

Though her eyes remained focused on the road, Meg chuckled. “After that movie last night, I don’t think I can stand one more scary thing.”

Cole and Charlie exchanged smiles. Meg had closed her eyes when the hunter came after Bambi’s mother. Though Cole would never admit it, he’d found himself hoping Bambi’s mother had gotten away.

“I liked the movie,” Cole said. “Did you like it, Charlie?”

The child had been mostly silent on the car ride into Jackson. “I liked it okay.”

“Is something on your mind, honey?” Meg voiced the question Cole wasn’t sure he should ask.

He knew the boy had been traumatized. While Cole wanted Charlie to know he cared, he didn’t want to force the child to talk about his feelings before he was ready.

“I dunno.” Charlie kicked his foot against the back of the seat.

Cole waited, a thousand questions on the tip of his tongue. Most of the articles he’d read on grief in kids said not to press, to be patient. The trouble was, he’d never been a particularly patient person.

“What’s an orphan?” Charlie asked, just as Meg pulled into the church parking lot. “At the funeral Tommy Grosscup said I was an orphan, like that was something bad.”

Cole’s heart sank. He glanced at Meg. While he’d learned a great deal reading all those articles, she’d had real-life experience raising her siblings.

“An orphan,” Meg said softly, “is someone who doesn’t have any parents. I’m an orphan because I lost both my mom and dad. Uncle Cole isn’t an orphan because his mother is still living.”

“So I was an orphan,” Charlie said, “but I’m not anymore.”

Once again, Cole forced his mouth to remain shut. Meg simply smiled, projecting an air of calm acceptance that Cole envied.

“That’s right,” she said after a long moment. “You’re not an orphan because—”

“I have you and Uncle Cole for my mommy and daddy,” Charlie said as if the answer was obvious.

A tightness filled Cole’s chest and he saw Meg blink back tears.

Ryan had been right. Charlie needed a father
and
a mother during this difficult time.

Though Meg wouldn’t be around forever, for the first time Cole was grateful she was here now. And once she was gone Cole would start seriously looking for a woman who’d be a wife to him and a mother to his son.

A friend. A lover. Most important, a woman he could trust.

Meg slowed her steps as she and Cole approached the front door of The Coffee Pot. “Travis said they usually commandeer a big table at the back of the place.”

Cole had run into Meg’s brother several times when he’d been in Jackson Hole visiting Joy and Ty. He knew Travis from high school football and they’d always gotten along. But in the ensuing years, whenever he’d spoken with the young doctor, there had been a decided coolness to their interaction.

While Cole had never mentioned his relationship with Meg to any of the guys on the football team—and he’d kept their breakup to himself, as well—he had the feeling Meg had given her brother an earful. And a one-sided earful if Travis’s response was any indication.

Suddenly, the thought of breakfast with
her
relatives and
her
friends held little appeal.

“Why don’t you go in, spend time with your brother.” Cole glanced down the almost-deserted sidewalk. Because of the brisk north wind, once people got out of their vehicles, they didn’t loiter but headed straight inside. “I’m going to take a little walk.”

“Get real, macho man.” Meg grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door. “It’s too cold to take a walk. Not to mention the sidewalk has a glaze of ice an inch thick on top of it. If you don’t feel like talking, just sit there and eat.”

Meg wasn’t sure what was behind Cole’s reticence and she didn’t care. If he felt awkward, too bad. She’d felt awkward in church, strolling down the aisle with him. She was going to feel even more awkward walking into the café holding his arm, like she was his girlfriend. In fact, she suddenly found herself wishing she didn’t have to go inside.

But life was about pushing past the hard times, so Meg walked through the door, releasing Cole’s arm the instant they crossed the threshold.

As she’d expected, the place buzzed with wall-to-wall people. Travis stood and waved to her from the back of the café. The table was full, other than the two seats he’d saved next to him.

Cole appeared surprised by the warm welcome he received, but easily fell into the conversation. With him looking so relaxed, Meg doubted anyone at the table had a clue that he’d had second thoughts about joining them.

Once the waitress had taken their orders and poured her a cup of coffee, the tension in Meg’s shoulders began to ease.

She sipped the strong cowboy blend and let her gaze linger on her brother, who was doing his best to draw Cole out and make him feel welcome. Apparently Travis had bought the explanation she’d given him regarding her relationship with Cole.

Though Meg normally could hold her own in any conversation, instead of talking, she listened and found herself learning more about Cole. She told herself since they were sharing custody it was important for her to know as much about him as possible.