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“I don’t use this door.”
His gaze snapped over to hers. “Can we come in?”
She wanted her keys. Stepping back, she let them into the kitchen. Isabella swayed on her feet. “Shouldn’t she be in bed?” Cheryl whispered.
Nathan shook his head. “I...I don’t have a bed for her.”
He helped Isabella up onto a kitchen chair. She crossed her arms on the table, put her head down and closed her eyes.
Cheryl gnawed her lower lip. “She’s old enough not to fall out of bed if she sleeps with you.”
“I don’t know what to do with a kid.” He paced to the table and stared at the papers. “I need help.” He held her gaze with those deep brown eyes.
“What?” She wanted to sweep up the loan paperwork so he wouldn’t see her financial state.
“You have a bunk bed.” He stepped closer. “Can she sleep here?”
“Here?” Her voice squeaked.
“Could you help me out?” His body slumped. “Please?”
His issues weren’t hers. She had problems of her own.
Isabella whimpered. Nathan didn’t comfort her.
Cheryl’s resolve cracked. The child shouldn’t suffer because Nathan didn’t know what he was doing. “Just for tonight.”
A smile broke over his face like a sunrise. She hated the gooey feeling it gave her.
“When Josh is done in the bathroom, you need to give her a bath,” she warned.
His smile evaporated. “But she’s a girl.”
“Yes.” She shook her head. “Does she have pajamas?”
“I don’t know.” Nathan sighed. “I’ll check.” He escaped to his apartment.
Cheryl stroked Isabella’s back. The girl blinked, but didn’t say anything. That was...different.
“Are you ready for a bath?” Cheryl asked.
Isabella nodded, her eyes heavy. Cheryl held out her arms and the girl reached up. Josh was so sturdy, but Isabella felt like she would float away.
The shower was off. Cheryl knocked, then bumped the bathroom door open with her hip, still holding the sleepy girl.
Josh was brushing his teeth. “What’s she doing here?” he asked, his mouth full of foam.
She should have asked Nathan to look for a toothbrush for Isabella. “She’s sleeping in the bunk bed tonight.”
“A girl?” He shook his head. “That’s for my friends.”
Maybe Cheryl needed to set more play dates with both boys and girls. The few kids Josh had asked to sleep over were all boys. That was fine but she didn’t like his attitude. “She’ll sleep there tonight.”
Josh finished with his teeth and started to leave.
“Hang up your towel.” She turned on the faucet and filled the tub. “And please bring Isabella a towel and washcloth from the closet.”
He grumbled but came back with a towel set she’d used when he was a baby. The memory was bittersweet. That had been such a wonderful time. Brad had been in-country and they’d been happy.
“Thank you.” She stripped the dirty T-shirt off Isabella. “You can read until I bring Isabella in.”
Josh grumbled but, as she undressed Isabella, she heard the ladder creak as he climbed to the top bunk.
Cheryl could count Isabella’s ribs. Even at their worst, she’d always made sure Josh had enough to eat.
“Climb in, honey.” She helped the little girl sit in the tub.
The pop of the swollen kitchen door announced Nathan’s return. She turned, hating that her back was to the door.
He came in with a grocery bag. “I couldn’t find any PJs, but there’s shorts and T-shirts.” The clothes he held up were obviously dirty.
“We’re not putting her in those. I’ll...find something of Josh’s.”
“Thanks.” He backed out the door.
“Where are you going?” Cheryl kept her tone mild because Isabella watched them.
“I thought I’d...” He pointed down the hall.
“You need to give her a bath.”
His eyes widened.
“She needs a toothbrush, too.” She poured soap on the washcloth. “Here.”
“You want me to scrub?” Nathan’s eyes were huge now.
She handed him the washcloth. “She’s your daughter.”
Squeezing past him, she inhaled his scent. He smelled good. Citrus and woodsy.
“Mom, what’s this word?” Josh asked as she came into his room.
She stood on the edge of the bottom bunk to see. “Kayak.”
“Kayak.” He giggled. “It’s a funny word. Shouldn’t it be pronounced like ‘kay’ in okay?”
“I guess it didn’t want to be plain.” She kissed his cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you to the moon and back.” He hugged her.
This was her little boy. The one who gave hugs and told her he loved her. Why can’t he always be this way?
She dug in the box of his outgrown clothes and found a pair of PJs with ducks all over them.
“Those are mine.” Josh quacked.
Brad had always quacked when Josh wore those PJs. Cheryl couldn’t believe he remembered. “Isabella’s going to borrow them,” she choked out.
“Yuck. They’ll have girl cooties.” Josh wrinkled his nose.
She shook her head and moved back to the bathroom.
Nathan knelt next to the tub, filling the space.
“I guess we need to wash this hair.” Nathan grabbed the plastic cup she used for Josh and dipped it into the tub. “Ready?”
Isabella covered her eyes with her hands.
Nathan didn’t tip the girl back, just dumped the water over her head. And she didn’t complain. He picked up Cheryl’s shampoo.
“Not that one. It’ll sting.” She reached over his head and grabbed the baby shampoo from the corner rack. Her breast brushed the top of his head.
He took in a breath. She scrambled back.
“Here.” She held out the bottle, her face hot.
He had to stretch to get the shampoo. Squirting a little in his hand, he held it up for her inspection. “Enough?”
She nodded.
Nathan bit his lip and rubbed the shampoo through Isabella’s wet hair. His actions were so slow and gentle it was possible nothing was getting clean. Isabella kept her hands over her eyes.
Another time she would suggest he make shapes with Isabella’s soapy hair. Josh used to like being a dragon or a lion. He’d spend his bath time roaring.
Her son was only six and Cheryl was already reminiscing about his childhood.
She got closer, making sure she didn’t bump into Nathan. Hard when he took up so much space. “Why don’t I help you rinse?”
“Thanks.” He let out a deep breath.
“Lean back.” She tipped Isabella down. Nathan filled the cup and carefully worked the soap out of Isabella’s hair.
After sitting her up, Cheryl found a comb and ran it through the girl’s wet hair. “Is everything clean?”
“Yup,” Nathan said.
“I brought some PJs.” She handed Nathan the towel. “Let me find a toothbrush.”
By the time she came back, Nathan was struggling to pull the top over Isabella’s head.
Cheryl checked on Josh. “Time to call it a night, sport.”
“But they’re on the lake and they’ve lost their paddle.” His voice was thick with sleep.
“You’ll save them tomorrow.” She climbed up and kissed him. “Love you.”
“Love you.” His eyes closed. “Don’t tell my friends a girl slept here.”
“Humph.” She set the book on the nightstand and clicked off the light.
Enough light spilled from the hallway to guide Nathan to the bunk bed. Cheryl pulled back the sheets on the lower bunk and Nathan set Isabella in the bed. She brushed a kiss on Isabella’s forehead. “Good night, angel.”
Isabella whimpered and thrashed, as if searching for something.
“Does she have a blanket or a toy that she sleeps with?” Cheryl asked.
“God. How would I know?” He stumbled out the door. There was rustle of paper. He rushed back into the room. “I found the blanket she was carrying, but it’s filthy.”
Isabella grabbed it, hugging it to her cheek. Nathan winced.
“It’ll be okay.” Cheryl started to pat his shoulder, but that was too intimate in the darkened room. “You can wash it tomorrow.”
Nathan knelt and touched his daughter’s shoulder. “Night, Isabella.”
Cheryl didn’t stay to see if he hugged or kissed the girl. Heading back to the kitchen, she filled the kettle for her evening cup of tea.
Without turning, she knew from the way the air changed in the room that Nathan stood in the doorway. She asked, “All tucked in?”
“Yeah.” He paused. “How much would I have to pay you to keep her?”
“Your daughter?” Horror raced through her like a wildfire.
“How much would you charge to take care of her for the next couple of months?”
CHAPTER FOUR (#ude503103-cdd4-5a28-985d-341a1794c188)
MAYBE THIS WAS a mistake, but Nathan was desperate.
“You’d pay me to take care of your daughter?” Cheryl’s face filled with shock.
“You’re an expert.” He held up his hands.
“I can’t—”
“Can you think about it?” he interrupted.
“No.” Cheryl looked at him like he was sludge from a sewer line. “She’s your daughter.”
