Gabe laughed and turned to him. “When I reach the mark on the wall I get to have a real bike.”
Jesse sighed. “Something I agreed to in a moment of weakness. A two-wheeler, but with training wheels.”
Gabe sighed. “Yes, Mommy. But when Uncle Bill teaches me how to ride, I don’t have to use them anymore.”
Who was this Uncle Bill? This was the second time his name had come up. Matt made a note to make sure the investigator found out everything about him.
“Give me a break,” she told her son, hugging him close. “Don’t grow up so fast. I like you small.”
“But I want to be big!”
Jesse laughed and her long hair swung forward. She turned to him then, happy and beautiful and so full of life.
He’d seen her like that a hundred times. He’d seen her smile turn wicked as she reached for him. He’d seen her tired and sleepy and shaking with passion. He knew her body, or he had. He knew her scent and the feel of her skin. He’d once said he could find her blindfolded in a room full of women.
He’d loved her years ago; when he’d been young and stupid and thought everything would work out. But it hadn’t. She’d betrayed him and now, still angry, he knew taking Gabe away from her wasn’t enough revenge. There had to be more. But what?
“Do you like my mommy?” Gabe asked.
The unexpected question surprised Matt. “Of course,” he said quickly, knowing he couldn’t speak the truth. That he hated her with a passion that could burn through steel.
“Do you love her?” the boy asked.
“Shh,” Jesse said quickly as color stained her cheeks. “That’s one of those not-polite questions we’ve talked about.”
“But why?”
“It just is.”
She was embarrassed. Why? Out of guilt? Or did she still have feelings for him? As long as there was some kind of weakness, he wanted to exploit it. But how? There was no way to make up for what she’d done unless he did it to her. Get her to care about him, get her to expose her heart so he could crush her.
Was that the answer? Steal her heart
It was a ruthless and cruel plan, which made him like every part of it. He’d spent the past five years honing his skills with women. If he put his mind to it, Jesse wouldn’t stand a chance. Then he would walk away without looking back.
CHAPTER FIVE
MATT STOOD. “I’M NOT a yogurt kind of guy,” he said. “How about some fries?”
“Sure.” Jesse watched him walk to the front of the restaurant and order.
He was so different, she thought, wishing they could all be more comfortable together. That would take time. She knew that. Most good things took time. Only this wasn’t what she wanted-the distance, the strained conversations. She wanted them to be comfortable together…a family.
If only, she thought, not sure that would ever happen. So much time had passed. It hurt to remember how close she and Matt had been and how much had been lost.
He returned with a tray and three orders of fries.
“That’s a lot of food,” she murmured, knowing Gabe couldn’t eat even half of the order and she shouldn’t. Fries seemed to take a straight line to her thighs.
“Eat what you want and leave the rest,” Matt told her.
She held in a laugh. Waste food? Not on her income. Every crumb was accounted for. Not that he would understand that. Matt had been rich when she’d left and he seemed to have done well in the past five years.
Gabe returned to their table and eyed the fries. She smiled. “Yes, you may have some.”
He grinned and grabbed one. Fries weren’t a regular food in their house. All this eating out and fast food was going to go to his head.
Jesse reached for a fry herself, only to find that it didn’t taste like much. She wasn’t hungry at all. If anything, her stomach felt a little queasy. The old “I used to be in love with you and now I’m nervous” diet. Limited audience, but very effective. She grabbed her coffee.
“You were in Spokane the whole time?” Matt asked.
“Yes. I ran out of gas and money pretty much at the same time. Once I was working, I didn’t feel the need to move on.” She hadn’t been hiding, just trying to get away. Not that anyone had come looking for her.
She felt bitterness rise up inside of her, but pushed it away. Both Nicole and Matt had been angry with her, thinking she’d betrayed them. That’s why they hadn’t hunted her down and dragged her back. At least that’s what she told herself because it was better than the alternative. That neither of them had really cared about her at all.
“Have you seen your sister?” Matt asked.
Was he showing interest in her? Being polite? Was it possible he could get over being mad?
“Yes. I stopped by to see Nicole after I saw you.”
“How did that go?”
“Not great. She’s dealing with a lot right now. She has twins who are only a few months old, so that’s hard. I’m going to start working in the bakery, just to help out. Plus I’ve created a brownie recipe I think she’ll really like. I’m going to make some for her. Sort of a tasting.”
Which couldn’t be anything he was interested in. So maybe she should talk about something that would be more relevant. As much as it pained her to bring up the past.
“I wanted to tell you,” she said, aware that Gabe was still sitting next to her, munching on fries. “I didn’t know how. You’d been so angry and I was hurt. I felt guilty.”
“About Drew?” Matt asked, anger flaring in his eyes.
She stiffened. “No. Nothing happened there. I told you that.” She glanced at her son. “We’ll talk about that later.”
“Fine, but we
Because he didn’t believe her, she thought sadly. Just like Nicole didn’t believe her. She pushed away her fries and pressed a hand against her stomach. She felt queasy and uncomfortable. None of this was going the way she wanted. Her fantasy had been a perfect family reunion. Instead she’d gotten an awkward reality, which really sucked.
“I owe you child support,” Matt said.
What? “No, you don’t.”
“Gabe is my son, my responsibility.”
“None of this is about that.” She wished she knew what he was thinking. She’d been able to read him before, but now he was a mystery. “I didn’t come back for money. I came back so you and Gabe could get to know each other.”
Matt didn’t look as if he believed her, but he didn’t say anything. Was that good or bad? Was it too late for him to connect with his son? She refused to believe that.
Gabe leaned against her and sighed.
“Getting tired, buddy?” she asked as she stroked his head. “You had a busy morning.”
He looked at Matt. “I played outside with my grandma, then we read a story. I’m learning my letters. I know Q.”
Matt’s features tightened. “Your grandmother?”
Jesse swore silently. She’d meant to tell him about that.
“Uh-huh,” Gabe said. “My grandma Paula.”
Jesse put her arm around her son. “I went to see her, too. She’s his only grandparent and I wanted them to
