It had been a week since Erin had shown up on his doorstep with her wild tales about a child that belonged to him. A week since he’d first met Christie and she came into his life. A week of seeing in color, instead of in black- and-white.
“I’m back,” he called when he stepped into the empty living room.
“We’re on the terrace,” Kiki said.
He followed her voice and found his housekeeper and Erin sitting on chaise lounges and talking.
After a couple of weeks of summerlike weather, the temperature had dropped fifteen degrees and the fog had rolled in. For the past three days the mornings had been gray and misty, and the afternoons not much above sixty- five degrees. Erin wore a fuzzy blue sweater and black jeans. He ignored the curve of her breasts and long lines of her legs. Since that first night when he’d kissed her and experienced a reaction that had left him stunned and the next day when he’d squeezed her hand and had to fight painful arousal, he’d avoided any physical contact with her. He’d been pleasant and accommodating, but he’d refused to touch her. If he didn’t look or touch he wouldn’t do something stupid, such as get interested. So far the plan was working.
“How was your meeting?” Kiki asked. She was in one of her jogging suits. This one was white with a trail of butterflies up one leg and across the jacket. What amazed him the most was the tiny butterflies on her athletic shoes.
“The meeting was too long,” he said. “But we got everything accomplished. I shouldn’t have to go back for about a month.” He glanced around the terrace. “Where’s Christie?”
Kiki raised her pale eyebrows. “Come join us, Parker. We were talking about vacations. You haven’t had one in a long time. Sit. You might learn something.”
“Yeah, maybe next time.” He glanced around the terrace one more time, then stepped toward the living room. “Christie?”
Erin took pity on him. “She’s upstairs playing.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re quite smitten, Parker,” Kiki said.
“She’s my kid. I’m supposed to be.”
He met Erin’s gaze. A flash of understanding connected them. Her mouth curved in a smile, exposing the dimple in her right cheek. Without the bright sunlight to highlight the red in her shoulder-length hair, the color was a dull brown. He supposed she wasn’t especially beautiful, but he didn’t mind. She was generous with his daughter’s time, allowing him to be with Christie as much as he wanted, and he was grateful for that. She was a nice person. Her only request was that he treat her daughter well. An easy enough task.
“When’s dinner?” he asked.
“Six o’clock.” Kiki glanced at her watch. “You’ve got an hour and a half.”
He was in the living room before she finished speaking. He left his briefcase and tie on the floor and started up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
“Christie? I’m home.”
“Daddy!” Christie barreled out of his office. They met on the second-floor landing.
He caught her before she crashed into his legs. With a quick lift, he had her up in the air and circling around like an airplane.
“Can you fly?” he asked.
She laughed loudly. “I’m a birdie.”
One arm supported her chest, the other her hips. “I thought you’d want to be a jet.”
She shook her head. “Birdies are pretty. Planes smell bad.”
Interesting logic. “What have you been doing while I was gone?” He drew her to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and put her hand on his shoulder. The trust inherent in the gesture made his knees weak. He’d only known this child for a week, yet she believed in him and knew that he would never hurt her. She’d accepted him with the innocence of one who has never been betrayed. Every time he was with her, he swore he would die before causing her a moment’s pain.
“Mommy and Kiki took me to the store today,” she said. “We had lunch out, too.” She grinned. “I had an ice cream for dessert.”
He touched the stains on her red T-shirt. “Chocolate, I’ll bet.”
Her soft giggle made him smile. “You’re so funny, Daddy.”
“What else have you been doing?”
“I’ll show you.” She wiggled to get down.
He lowered her to the floor and she headed for his office. Once in the doorway she turned back and motioned for him to follow. “Come on, Daddy. Come see.”
His office was long with his computer work station at one end and a good-size library of technical manuals at the other. In between was a small sitting area. The far wall was windows. Christie had pulled most of the cushions off the furniture to create a private world. She knelt down on the floor and pointed to the jumble of cushions.
“This is the castle,” she said. She picked up her doll Millie, whose everyday dress had been replaced by something fancy and long. “This is Princess Amdromada.”
“Amdromada?” He squatted beside her.
“Uh-huh. She’s very beautiful, and she has a handsome prince, only he’s busy right now. There’s a terrible dragon who wants Princess Amdromada for himself.” She pointed to a floor lamp she’d dragged over from the far corner. “He’s very dangerous. The princess has to be careful.”
“Why is the prince busy?”
Christie considered that for a moment. “He just is. Sometimes princes have a lot to do.”
How much of this was pretend and how much from her life? She and her mother lived alone. According to Erin, Christie had wanted a father for a long time. “Do you think the prince has forgotten about her?”
She stared at him, her brown eyes wide and troubled. “Princes don’t forget.”
“Does the prince know about his princess?”
“He should,” she said firmly. “Princes should know everything.”
Parker wondered if daddies were supposed to know everything, too. “Will the princess forgive the prince when he finally comes back?”
Christie thought for a moment. “If he promises to never go away again, she will.”
But he wasn’t going to be able to make that promise, Parker thought grimly. In seven days, Erin would take Christie back to Palmdale and he wouldn’t see his child again for weeks. He couldn’t imagine what his life would be without her.
He rose to his feet and held out his hand. “Would you like to see a different castle with a prince and a dragon?”
“Sure.” She clutched his fingers.
He led her to his computer, then sat in the chair and booted the system. Christie trustingly climbed into his lap. “It’s a program!”
“Yes. Something new. The recommended age is seven to ten, but you’re very smart so we’ll give it a try.”
Christie beamed at him. “You’re very smart, too.”
“Thank you.”
She leaned against his chest and stared at the screen. “Oh, it’s beautiful,” she said as the colorful shimmering castle appeared.
“The princess has been stolen by the evil dragon who takes her all over the world. The prince has clues and has to use them to find his princess. He must ask questions, battle against wizards and do good deeds for points.”
“I like it,” she said.
“It still has a few problems to be worked out,” he said. “But it’s a pretty good program.” A business associate had asked Parker to look the software over. The company had been forced to do some reworking when he’d pointed out having the prince rescue the princess was a little sexist for the nineties. They should let the princess do the rescuing every now and then.
He rolled the chair closer, then grabbed the mouse and slid it along the pad until the arrow pointed to the word
“First the dragon crossed an ocean,” he read. “We have to pick an ocean.” A map of the world appeared.
“Pacific Ocean!” she said loudly. “’Coz it’s so pretty.”
