“Tayer!” Kyle said again. “Tayer’s here!”
Denise reached for his hand. “Could you go inside for a minute, sweetie?”
“Tayer’s here.”
“I know. But do me a favor and leave us alone, okay?”
Reaching behind her, she opened the screen door and then led Kyle inside. After making sure he was occupied with his toys, she returned to the porch.
“So what’s up?” Taylor asked.
“Why didn’t you call while you were gone?”
Taylor shrugged. “I don’t know . . . I guess I just didn’t have the time. We were out all day and I was pretty worn by the time I got back to the motel. Is that why you’re mad?”
Without answering, Denise went on.
“Why did you tell your mother you were going to spend the day here if you didn’t plan on doing so?”
“What’s with the questions? I did come by-what do you think I’m doing now?”
Denise exhaled sharply. “Taylor, what’s going on with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t. Look, I got back into town yesterday, I was beat, and I had a bunch of things to take care of this morning. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”
“I’m not making a big deal out of this-”
“Yes, you are. If you don’t want me around, just tell me and I’ll get in my truck and leave.”
“It’s not that I don’t want you around, Taylor. I just don’t know why you’re acting the way you are.”
“And how am I acting?”
Denise sighed, trying to put it into words.
“I don’t know, Taylor . . . it’s hard to explain. It’s like you’re not sure what you want anymore. With us, I mean.”
Taylor’s expression didn’t change. “Where is all this coming from? What-did you talk to Melissa again?”
“No. Melissa has nothing to do with this,” she said, becoming frustrated and a little angry. “It’s just that you’ve changed, and sometimes I don’t know what to think anymore.”
“Just because I didn’t call? I’ve already explained that.” He took a step closer to her, his expression softening. “There just wasn’t any time, that’s all.”
Not knowing whether to believe him, she hesitated. Meanwhile, as if sensing something wrong, Kyle pushed open the screen door.
“C’mon, guys,” he said. “Let’s go inside.” (C’mon, guys. Wess go issite)
For a moment, however, they simply stood without moving.
“C’mon,” Kyle prodded, reaching for Denise’s shirt.
Denise looked down, forcing a smile, before glancing up again. Taylor was grinning, doing his best to break the ice.
“If you let me in, I’ll give you a surprise.”
As she thought about it, Denise crossed her arms. Behind Taylor, in the yard, a bluejay called from the fencepost. Kyle looked up expectantly.
“What is it?” she finally asked, giving in.
“It’s in the truck. Let me go get it.” Taylor stepped backward, watching her carefully, realizing that her comment meant she was going to let him stay. Before she changed her mind, he motioned toward Kyle. “C’mon, you can help.”
As they walked back to the truck, Denise watched him, her emotions warring within her. Again, his explanations seemed reasonable, as they had for the past two weeks. Again, he was great with Kyle.
So why didn’t she believe him?
After Kyle was asleep that night, Denise and Taylor sat together on the couch in the living room.
“So how did you like your surprise?”
“It was delicious. But you didn’t have to fill my freezer.”
“Well, mine was already full.”
“Your mom might want some.”
Taylor shrugged. “Hers is full, too.”
“How often do you hunt?”
“As much as I can.”
Before dinner, Taylor and Kyle had played catch in the yard; for dinner, Taylor had done the cooking, or rather part of it. Along with the venison, he’d brought some potato salad and baked beans from the supermarket. Now, relaxing for the first time, Denise felt better than she had for the past couple of weeks. The only light came from a small lamp in the corner, and a radio was playing softly in the background.
“So when are you taking Kyle to his baseball game?”
“I was thinking about Saturday, if that’s okay. There’s a game in Norfolk.”
“Oh, that’s his birthday,” she said, disappointed. “I was planning to throw a little party for him.”
“What time’s the party?”
“Probably around noon or so. I still have to work that night.”
“The game starts at seven. How about if I take Kyle with me while you’re at work?”
“But I kind of wanted to go, too.”
“Ah, let us have another boys night out. He’d enjoy it.”
“I know he would. You’ve already got him hooked on that game.”
“So is it all right if I bring him? I’d have him home in time to pick you up.”
She brought her hands to her lap. “All right, you win. But don’t keep him too long if he gets tired.”
Taylor raised his hand. “Scouts’ honor. I’ll pick him up at five, and by the end of the night, he’ll be eating hot dogs and peanuts and singing ‘Take Me Out to the Ball Game.’ ”
She nudged him in the ribs. “Yeah, sure.”
“Well, maybe you’re right. But it won’t be for lack of trying.”
Denise rested her head against his shoulder. He smelled like salt and wind.
“You’re a good guy, Taylor.”
“I try.”
“No, I’m serious. You’ve really made me feel special these last couple of months.”
“So have you.”
For a long moment, silence filled the living room like a living presence. She could feel Taylor’s chest rising and falling with every breath. As wonderful as he’d been tonight, she couldn’t escape the concerns that had been troubling her for the past two weeks.
“Do you ever think about the future, Taylor?”
He cleared his throat before answering.
“Sure, sometimes. Usually it doesn’t go much beyond the next meal, though.”
She took his hand in hers, weaving their fingers together.
“Do you ever think about us? About where we’re going with all this, I mean?”
Taylor didn’t respond, and Denise went on.
“I’ve just been thinking that we’ve been seeing each other for a few months now, but sometimes I don’t know where you stand on all this. I mean, these last couple of weeks . . . I don’t know . . . sometimes it feels like you’re pulling away. You’ve been working such long hours that we haven’t had much time to spend together, and then when you didn’t call . . .”
She trailed off, leaving the rest unspoken, knowing she’d already said these things before. She felt his body stiffen just a little as she heard his answer coming out in a hoarse whisper.
“I care about you, Denise, if that’s what you’re asking.”
She blinked, keeping her eyes closed for a long moment before opening them again.
“No, that’s not it . . . or not all of it. I guess I just want to know if you’re serious about us.”
He pulled her closer, running his hand through her hair.
“Of course I’m serious. But like I said, my vision of the future doesn’t extend all that far. I’m not the brightest
