Father in Training

Lindsay has to make her own choices. We both know that. She made a bad choice this time, but she learned a cheap lesson. With the charges being dropped, she won't even have to deal with the consequences.'

Sandy planted her hands on her hips. 'She spent the afternoon in the sheriff's station. She was taken away in a patrol car. Those are consequences.'

'You sound like you're defending what she did.'

'Of course not. I hate that she was a part of that. I can't even think about it.' She moved over to the sofa and sank onto the middle cushion. 'I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm not making any sense, am I?'

She rubbed her temples and sighed. 'Maybe we should start over,' she said. 'Everything happened so fast. I got swept off my feet by you, and you couldn't resist the challenge. Maybe we've both learned our lesson, too. I can't be one of your women.'

He turned to face her. 'Is that what you think this is about?' he asked, keeping his voice low when he really wanted to shout at her. 'You still think I keep a revolving door at my place. You think I've got fifty women at my beck and call and you were just some pit stop on the road of life. Don't you?' he demanded.

'Well, it's obvious that I'm not your type.'

He stalked across the room until he was standing just across the coffee table from her. 'What is my type?'

She blinked. 'Well, someone young, I would imagine. And pretty. A blonde, maybe, or a redhead.'

He jerked his head as if she'd slapped him. In a way, she had. 'Is that what you think of me? That all I care about is how pretty she is and how her hips sway when she walks?'

Sandy flushed, but didn't look away. 'Yes.'

He clenched his teeth. He'd been eating himself up alive trying to figure out if he was worthy of her, if he was willing to take the risk, when she saw him as a male bimbo, interested in nothing but appearances. 'And that's all this is,' he said, motioning with his arm. 'This whole damn thing was nothing but playtime for you. A chance to live out your fantasies. To get it on with one of the infamous Haynes brothers. You never cared about me at all.'

Lord, he sounded like one of the many women he'd dumped. With a bitter flash of insight, he realized he was finally getting his. In a world of cosmic justice, his bill had just come due.

'Of course I care about you, Kyle. As a friend. But any other kind of relationship is unrealistic.'

'Why?'

'Even if you claim I'm yours, you're not my type.'

'Why?'

'Because you're not responsible.'

He leaned toward her. 'We've covered this ground before. But I think you're using it to hide behind. You're afraid, Sandy Walker. You're damn afraid. Not just of me, although I must leave you trembling in fear. Worse than that, you're afraid of yourself. You don't want to have to feel things. Emotions frighten you. You're afraid of being rejected, and of falling in love, of making another mistake, so you keep yourself safe from life. You hide the fact that you're a coward and you call it being a good parent.'

She sprang to her feet. 'I don't have to listen to this.'

'Yes, you do, because I'm not leaving until I've said it all.'

She glared at him, her chest heaving. He hated that he could smell her sweetness. It diverted him from his anger and purpose. He wanted to pull her close and kiss her until they both forgot what they were arguing about, but he couldn't. He knew this might be his last chance to get through to her. He had to give the moment everything he had. He had to be honest and avoid the cheap tricks and smoky mirrors.

'So say it and go,' she told him.

'There's been something between us from the moment you came back to Glenwood,' he said. 'You can deny it all you want, but it's been there. Call it chemistry or kismet, I don't care.'

'It's just sexual attraction,' she said disdainfully. 'So what?'

He wanted to remind her that the sexual attraction she wanted to dismiss had made her weep tears of ecstasy in his arms. That she'd moaned his name night after night, when they'd been together. He wanted to make her feel the heat again, bring her close to paradise, then demand that she discount all that her body told her was real. Instead, he decided to risk it all by going for the heart. That's what this was really about. Sandy didn't want to admit she believed in love.

'So it was there,' he said. 'And it was just the beginning. We both know there's something else. Something even more powerful.'

'I don't know that.'

'Then you're blind as well as a coward.' When she stiffened and opened her mouth to speak, he held up his hand to silence her. 'I'm not done. When I am, you'll get your turn. I'll admit it's always been easier for me to leave than stay. I didn't want to risk rejection, so I did it first.'

'Admirable,' she said sarcastically. 'I'm so glad to have you as a role model for my children.'

He ignored her. 'It stopped being easier to leave when I met you. I didn't want to walk away because I couldn't imagine being without you and the children. I changed for you, Sandy. Even if this doesn't work out, I'm glad I did it. I like the man I am now better. I know I did the right things for the right reason.'

She continued to stare at him, but her expression softened. Her arms relaxed and dropped to her sides.

'I thought we might try working it out as a family,' he said, wishing it was going to be that easy. But it wasn't. He could feel it in his soul. Still, he had to say the words. He had to make the confession, all of it, not just the parts she would want to hear.

'All my life I've felt inadequate,' he said. 'My dad never taught any of us what it was like to be a good man. My brothers and I have fumbled with that, coming up with what felt right to us. We never knew what it was like to live in a stable home or have parents who cared more about us than they did about their latest conquest or how unhappy they were. All my life, people left. My mother left, my brothers left, the stepmothers left. Even you left.'

'I went to college,' she said, sitting back down on the sofa. 'I didn't know how you felt about me.'

'I'm not saying you should have stayed, I'm just pointing out the fact that everyone I've ever cared about has left me. So I decided I wasn't going to let that happen again. Next time, I was going to do the leaving. I did. Over and over again. Until it became a habit and I didn't remember how to do anything else. Until you.'

She brushed her hair out of her face. 'Kyle, I don't think I can deal with this now.'

'That's too bad, because I'm going to say it. It would have been easier not to get involved with you and the kids. I knew what I was up against. But I couldn't resist. I didn't want to care, but I do. I didn't want to fall in love with you, but I have.'

She stared at him as if she'd never seen him before.

'I had this fantasy that it would all work out,' he said. 'I wanted to ask you to marry me, but I know now you'll find an excuse to say no. You'll use that imaginary yardstick of yours to measure my intentions and find them lacking.

'You're never going to find anyone who loves you more,' he told her, 'but you might find someone who you think fits your picture of an ideal mate. I'd like to wish you well on your search, but right now it hurts too bad. Frankly, I hope you never find him. I don't think you will because he doesn't exist. You don't want a man, Sandy. You want an excuse to ignore the fear. Loving someone means opening yourself up. You complain that you don't want all the responsibility, but you don't want to give anyone a chance to do it their way. You're so afraid of mistakes, you won't even try anymore.'

'You're wrong,' she said, shaking her head. 'I'm not like that.'

He shoved his hands into his pockets so she couldn't see he was shaking from emotion. 'Yes, you are. You're exactly like that. No one will ever love you more than I do. I know the worst about you and I still want to be with you. I want to be there for the kids. I want to watch them grow and pick them up when they fall. But it wouldn't work, because I would let them make their own mistakes, and you would want to make sure they never had the chance.'

'What does that mean?' she asked.

'I didn't go to Wilson Potter and ask him to drop the charges, Travis did.'

'What?' Her voice rose. 'You wanted Lindsay to go to jail?'

'She wouldn't have gone anywhere, but yes, I thought she should learn from what she'd done. Travis thought