“Catch anything?” Hank asked.
Jason said nothing.
“Sorry I’m late. I got held up at work.”
The apology was met with silence. Hank’s earlier feelings of guilt were rapidly changing to impatience. “Jason, I’m talking to you.”
The boy turned a sullen gaze on him. “So?”
“I expect you to answer me.”
“Why should I?”
“Because it’s polite.”
“It’s polite to keep your promises, too. Ain’t that right?”
Hank held on to his temper. He recalled what Ann had said about these kids having been mistreated by far too many adults along the way. “Yes, that is right. I’ve explained, though. I am sorry I got held up.”
“Right.” He sounded skeptical and angry. Years of rejection had obviously taken their toll.
Hank tried again with a more neutral topic. “I understand I’m borrowing your room.”
“It’s Mom’s house. She can do what she wants.”
“But it’s your room and I appreciate your letting me use it. I like the posters.”
Jason ignored him. Hank had no idea what else to say in the face of all that pent-up hostility, so they sat on the dock in silence until Jason reeled in a good-size snapper.
“That’s a beauty,” Hank said. Jason almost managed a smile as he unhooked the fish and plopped it into a bucket of seawater. “You’re good at this.”
Jason shrugged, dismissing the success. “There’s not much to it.”
“I don’t know about that. I haven’t caught anything yet.”
After another instant of suspicious silence, Jason suggested grudgingly, “Maybe it’s your bait. What’d you bring?”
“Shrimp.”
“That should be good.”
“You fish a lot?”
“Some.”
“Who taught you?”
“I just did it. All the guys in Key West did.”
“That’s where you’re from? Key West?”
Jason nodded, then said, “Why don’t you just say what’s on your mind?”
“What?”
“Don’t you want to know how I got here?”
Hank knew at once he was treading on treacherous ground. As he had earlier with Tracy, he felt out of his depth. “If you want to tell me,” he said finally.
“I was in jail,” Jason said bluntly. His expression was defiant, daring Hank to react badly.
“Mom bailed me out,” Jason added. “Then she brought me here.”
Hank had to swallow his shock. He didn’t want Jason to see how troubled he was by his belligerent announcement. Was Ann out of her mind, though? What on earth had possessed her to take in some kid who was in trouble with the law?
“What did you do?”
Jason glared at him. “Who says I did anything?”
“There usually aren’t too many innocent people in jail, at least not for long.”
“Okay, so maybe you’re right.”
“And?”
“I stole a car. So what? It was no big deal.”
“Grand theft sounds like a big deal to me. Why’d you do it?”
“I needed to get to the store.”
His sarcasm set Hank’s teeth on edge. Again he swallowed his irritation and repeated, “Why’d you do it?”
“My old man needed the money.”
The flat tone sent a chill through Hank. “Bad enough to make you steal?”
“When you need a fix bad enough, you don’t worry about how you get it. It wasn’t the first thing I did. It was just the first time I got caught.” Jason made it sound as though that were the crime.
Hank felt his stomach churn. Anger and pity welled up deep inside him. “What you did was wrong,” he reminded Jason.
Jason regarded him defiantly, then retorted with youthful bitterness, “Where I come from you’re taught to mind your parents.”
Hank could see the twisted logic at work. What worried him, though, was how much it was still affecting Jason’s thinking. Was the boy ready to break the law again at any provocation? What kind of influence could he possibly be on all those other kids Ann had taken under her wing? He tried telling himself it was none of his business. He tried telling himself she’d be furious at his meddling. He looked again at the tense, angry kid beside him and decided he had no choice. There was no way in hell he could remain uninvolved. He would talk to Ann the minute they were alone.
Getting Ann alone, however, was no easy task with six children underfoot. It was after nine by the time the little ones were in bed and the older kids were settled down doing their homework. Hank took a beer from the refrigerator, popped it open and held it out toward Ann. She shook her head.
“You want something else?”
“No.”
“Feel like taking a walk by the water? It’s a nice night.”
She regarded him warily. Hank grinned. “Don’t panic. I’m not planning to rip off your clothes and have my way with you.”
Ironically, as soon as the denial was out of his mouth, Hank realized it was a blatant lie. He did want to strip away the layered T-shirts, the too-long skirt and those ridiculous socks. Those socks were orange tonight. With a blue skirt and yellow and green shirts. She reminded him of a particularly colorful parrot.
She also smelled like strawberries again, which made him want to taste the creamy white skin of her neck. Which made him achingly hard. Which would have made the lie obvious if she’d looked anywhere other than straight past him as she said stiffly, “I never thought you were.”
Hank held the screen door open. As she marched past him, he wondered what perversity made him want a woman who was all sharp angles and tart tongue, a woman who clearly regarded him as a nuisance. There were a dozen other less complicated women he could have called for a date. Unfortunately, the only woman he seemed interested in spending time with tonight was this one.
They walked in silence. It was Ann who finally broke it.
“Was there something you wanted to talk about?”
“Can’t a man just enjoy the night and your charming company without wanting something?”
She regarded him skeptically. “It’s possible, but you don’t strike me as the type.”
“How do I strike you?”
