insane.”
“But this year you’re staying home?”
“Yeah.”
Whoa.
Where had that come from?
But it was true.
She hadn’t planned on it. She hadn’t given much thought to the reasons she didn’t feel like going to her mom’s house. She’d known West was part of it, but she hadn’t realized he was the main reason she wasn’t leaving town. There was the issue of the baby, too, of her mom not knowing yet, but mostly, staying home was about West.
And of course her mother had gotten her e-mail and taken it as a hint to come to Soleil instead.
West started the car. “I’m looking forward to meeting her,” he said, smiling in a way that didn’t sit right with Soleil.
“You won’t feel that way after she spends an evening with you, railing against the military-industrial complex or explaining how all her poems are really about the inferiority of men.”
He smiled that lazy smile of his that never failed to spark desire in her. “I bet she’s not as bad as you make her out to be.”
“She’s worse.”
Soleil finally remembered that she’d left the package of crackers in the storage compartment in the door, and she found it and quickly popped another cracker into her mouth.
“Maybe we ought to have some lunch,” West said.
“There’s a great Thai place a few blocks that way,” Soleil said, pointing south.
“Let’s do it.”
“I’m not sure what your schedule is like for the rest of the day, but if you have time, I’d like to stop at a store, too.”
“No problem.”
This was all sounding way too domestic and feeling way too claustrophobic for Soleil’s taste, especially when she considered the reality of going crib shopping with West. Yet, when contrasted with the thought of her mother’s probable reaction to him, she had a rebellious urge to go wild with the whole domestic thing.
She gave him directions to the restaurant, and a few minutes later they were being seated at a table for two next to a window that overlooked the strip-mall parking lot.
“Not so great on ambience,” she said, “but the curries are to die for.”
“Great.” He paused, seeming distracted. “Listen, about your mom, I really would like to meet her. Maybe we could have dinner with my mother and yours both. Sort of, you know, get the two families together.”
She tried to imagine lovely, sensible, capable Julia Morgan enduring an entire evening with her arrogant, self- important, whiskey-loving mother.
“I like your mom. I don’t think she deserves that kind of suffering.”
The waitress arrived then.
“Order for both of us-whatever you think it is good,” West said, so she asked for two Thai iced teas, spring rolls and green curry with rice.
After the waitress left the table, Soleil stared at him, trying to decide how to proceed from green curry to what to do with the rest of their lives.
“What?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing.”
“My mom really likes you, too, you know,” he said.
She nodded, grateful for the change of subject. “That’s a compliment. She’s one of those pillars of the community that, if anything really bad ever happens, you know she’ll be right there, putting civilization back together from scratch.”
He laughed without smiling. “She is definitely that, to her own detriment, I think.”
“What do you mean?”
“My dad-his health is declining, and he’s harassed all his caretakers into quitting, so what does my mom do when she hears about it?”
The waitress showed up with their drinks, and Soleil gave West a questioning look as she began mixing the tea, condensed milk and cream together in her glass.
“She shows up and insists on being his caregiver. Even though they’re divorced, and even though he’s bound to make her miserable.”
“Wow. That’s-”
“Nutty,” he filled in.
“No, it’s sweet. Kind of twisted, but sweet.”
West shook his head. “They’ve been divorced for most of my adult life. It’s freaky to see her in his house, serving him omelets and putting up with his crap.”
“She’s a grown woman. She has her reasons. It’s too bad there aren’t more people as selfless as her in the world. So what’s going on with your dad? You didn’t mention anything was wrong with him.”
“He’s the reason I came home early. He’s got Alzheimer’s and it’s been getting worse in the past few months.”
“Oh, God, I’m sorry.”
So not only had she dropped a bombshell on him with the surprise pregnancy, but she’d managed to do it when he was going through a major family trauma. What timing. The ball of guilt in her belly grew another few inches.
West took a drink of his own tea, shrugging. After, he said, “It’s grim to see him like that.”
“The General,” Soleil murmured.
She didn’t really know West’s father, had only met him once, but had heard of him from the time he’d served on the town council a few years ago and frequently caused uproars with his bullheadedness.
“I would have told my mom no way should she be taking care of him, but she’s determined to be there until I can find a better situation.”
“What does that mean-a better situation?”
He shrugged. “I wish I knew.”
“Do you think he needs to go to a nursing home?”
West’s gaze turned hard, but his voice came out soft. “He’s near that point, sure, but…”
“You can’t do it?”
“I also can’t leave my mom here to try to manage on her own with Dad. So I’m hoping to find a good caregiver to hire who can’t be bullied by my dad.”
“Maybe a former drill sergeant?”
He laughed and shook his head, but it was a facade. The slump in his shoulders said everything. She’d never seen West look so defeated as he did right now, and she ached for him.
“There’s nothing scarier than seeing someone you thought was invincible for most of your life suddenly falling apart.”
“What was your dad like when you were growing up? I mean, I hope he wasn’t as much of a dictator as he tried to be on the Promise town council.”
Their spring rolls arrived, and Soleil didn’t bother acting politely. As soon as she saw the food, she was ravenous. She grabbed a roll, dipped it in sauce and took an enormous bite.
West seemed on the verge of making a joke about her hunger, but must have thought better of it. “I’d say he’s mellowed out in recent years, so the guy you saw on the town council was probably a kinder, gentler John Morgan.”
“Yikes.”
“He used to make us do push-ups if we forgot to say
“And you willingly joined the military after that?”
He shrugged, half grinning. “I guess it felt familiar.”
“And you probably wanted to finally please your dad.”
