Cain leaned into the table a little and lowered her voice. “What makes you think that you deserve anything from me?”
“Because I gave him to you. He’s your mirror image. He acts like you, thinks like you, and probably
“Like I said today, it’s his decision. But whatever he decides, don’t be stupid enough to think Mook’s not going with him.” Cain pointed to the man in question and watched Emma’s head fall forward in defeat. She nodded to signal she understood.
Almost as if he knew their talk had come to an end, Hayden turned around and excused himself when Cain waved him over. “I won’t go alone, and I’m not going if you don’t come with me,” Hayden informed Cain when Emma asked him to visit.
“A couple of days with just us, Hayden. Then you can bring the whole Casey clan if you want.” Emma tried to salvage something of what she wanted, mainly a relationship with Hayden, before it all slipped away and Cain’s watchful eyes exposed all her secrets. But in the end, if everything turned out like she hoped, even Cain’s presence had its purpose.
“I’ll come for two days. Then Mom comes for the rest of the time, and Mook stays with me. Neither one of us is going to talk her out of that,” said Hayden. He liked the big blond bodyguard, and it would be a blessing to have him along. “He’s a reality, so that’s the deal.”
“Is there something you’re afraid of, son?” asked Emma.
“My name is Hayden, and I’d prefer you call me that. And no, I like being with my family and that’s Mom, only Mom. We always spend Thanksgiving together, no matter what her schedule’s like, so it’s not fair for her to sit at home alone because you decided to get in touch again. Maybe you feel great about yourself for suddenly remembering you have a family, but she never forgot. Remember, I’m a Casey. Very little scares us.”
The declaration made Cain lean forward and ruffle his hair, getting the boy to laugh.
“I can respect that,” Emma said.
“Where are you staying?” asked Cain.
“Why?”
“His break begins next week, so if he’s going, I need to know where I’m sending him.”
Emma knew Cain wouldn’t just let her leave town with Hayden without every ounce of information on where he was going and how he was going to get there. She was so close now to having everything she wanted. If things worked out, Hayden would eventually forgive her, and they could make up for the years they had been separated.
Chapter Five
The flight up north and the drive into Hayward passed in silence. Emma realized Hayden probably didn’t resent being there; he was just comfortable with silence. When they had first met, Cain wouldn’t talk for long stretches, which had taken some getting used to.
The more hours that ticked off in Hayden’s company, the more he reminded Emma of Cain. Because of that similarity, her plan, which had seemed so foolproof months ago, now seemed like a pipe dream.
“Your grandfather owns a dairy farm here. His major buyer is Kraft, but he actually still makes all the cheese we eat at the house, like his father taught him.” She was fishing for things to say and laughing at herself that an eleven-year-old could be so intimidating.
Hayden was thinking of the dozens of trips he’d taken with Cain and how different they were from this forced visit. He remembered when Emma was in his life, the stories she’d read him at night and the way she would run her fingers through his hair when he was sick, but the good of that relationship was gone. The sound of her voice held no comfort for him now, and a small part of him mourned that fact.
The scenery out the window of the rented Tahoe held his eye, so he answered without looking at her. “I don’t know what you’re expecting from me, but these people are as much strangers to me as I am to them. I came because I thought Mom would be disappointed in me if I didn’t at least try. Aside from that, nothing else could’ve dragged me out here with you.”
“What she thinks is so important to you?”
“What is it about her that you find so offensive? You just didn’t leave her, you left me too. So whatever it is, it must’ve been pretty bad. I read a lot, and the moms in books usually don’t just drop their kids. Unless it’s something terrible or they’re just not cut out to be parents. If you’re telling me how much you care about me now, I have to assume you’re laying the blame at Mom’s feet.”
Emma snorted in amusement and peered out her own window in an effort to find something to focus on to calm her emotions. She’d been right in thinking Hayden was intimidating. He had her in the corner without lifting a fist, which was something else he had in common with Cain when it came to her enemies. “Do you honestly think she’d have let me take you with me when I left?” She turned back when she felt him move in his seat.
Hayden did look at her then, and like Cain, his cold eyes told her she had no chance. “Do you honestly think I’d have left with you even if she had allowed it?”
“Touche, Hayden. Can we try and spend this time getting to know each other better? You might find I’m not the monster Cain made me out to be.” Emma put her hand on his leg and prayed he wouldn’t knock it off.
“You want me to tell you a story?” He glanced at her hand and turned his attention back to the scenery they were driving by.
“If you want to, sure.” She gave his knee a little squeeze, glad he had left it alone. Emma was willing to take her small victories where she could find them.
“Every night before I go to bed, Mom points to a picture of the three of us and tells me somewhere you’re
