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“Mom! Mom!” Robbie cried and she hurried outside afraid he’d gotten hurt.
A quick scan told her he was fine. So was the man standing next to him, shirtless. She felt a catch in her breath as she eyed that beautiful sculptured chest, flat stomach and …
“Come see.” Robbie interrupted her thoughts as he waved her down to the sidewalk.
She descended the steps. “What’s wrong?”
“See, Mom. I put my initials in the cement,” he told her proudly.
“Yes, you did.” She looked down at the “RP” along with the date in the grout beside the flagstone. “That looks great. So does the walk.”
“Coop said in a hundred years people will know that we did this work.”
She stole a glance at the man who rocked her son’s world these days. “That’s a lot of hot Texas summers and hard winters.”
Robbie nodded. “Coop said you should always do the best job so your work will last. So people can depend on you.”
She felt emotions welling in her throat. “That’s true. You should be proud of everything you do.”
“Do you think Daddy would be proud of me?”
She had to swallow hard as she glanced at the stoic look on Coop’s face. “I know he would.” She put on a big smile as she hugged her son.
After a moment, Coop spoke, “Hey, Robbie, we need to clean up before we go and get ice cream.”
“Ice cream?”
Coop gave Robbie a questioning look. “You did ask, didn’t you?”
Robbie looked down. “I guess I forgot. Mom, can we go get some ice cream?”
“How about we eat some lunch, then go.”
Robbie opened his mouth to argue, then looked at Coop. “Sure.”
Lilly turned to Coop. “It’s tomato soup and grilled cheese.”
“My favorite,” he told her.
“It’s my favorite, too,” her son chimed in.
Coop picked up his shirt and slipped it on. He hadn’t missed Lilly’s interest, nor did he mind it, but this was work. He needed to concentrate on doing his job and she wasn’t making it easy.
He followed them into the kitchen and heard the music from upstairs. He fought a grin. “I take it Kasey’s letting you know she’s not happy.”
Lilly went around the island and pulled out the flat griddle. “Drama for Kasey started when she was about a year old and it hasn’t let up yet.”
Coop went to the sink and turned on the water to wash his hands. He liked being in this kitchen. It was a little worn, but he bet there’d been plenty of good times here.
He glanced over his shoulder just as Lilly went to get something from the refrigerator. When she bent slightly, her shorts pulled tight over her shapely rear end and long legs.
Oh, boy. He felt the stirring low in his gut.
As if she sensed his attention, she turned around. Her expression was one of surprise, though there was awareness in her eyes, but she quickly glanced away. “What kind of cheese do you want on your sandwich?”
He shut off the water and grabbed a towel, wiped his hands as he leaned against the counter. “Anything is fine.” He’d be damned if he would apologize for staring at a beautiful woman. Wasn’t that what guys did? Except he was a Texas Ranger who was supposed to be doing his job, and Lilly Perry was a part of it.
She looked at him again. “Why don’t you go sit down? I can handle lunch.”
He started to argue when Robbie came running into the room. “Coop! Coop! See what I got.” He was holding up a baseball in a plastic case as he climbed up on a stool at the island.
“What do we have here?”
“It’s a baseball. See it’s got Nolan Ryan’s name on it. Just like your baseball card.”
“Robbie,” his mother cautioned. “Remember that’s not a toy. It’s valuable.”
“I won’t take it out,” he promised her. “I only wanted to show it to Coop.” The boy turned back to him. “He played for the Texas Rangers baseball team. Dad said Nolan Ryan’s the greatest pitcher ever.”
“I know.” Coop took the plastic case and examined the ball to see Ryan’s signature. “He had seven no hitters. He was the strikeout king. He was nicknamed The Ryan Express.”
The boy’s eyes rounded. “Wow! You know a lot.”
“That’s because I love baseball, too. I used to play in high school.” It had been the only thing that kept him out of trouble. “Do you play?”
The boy hung his head and murmured, “I don’t know how to catch very good.” He looked at his mother. “I don’t have anyone to practice with me.”
Coop felt for the kid, knowing sports had kept him and his brother off the streets. “I bet you can play tee-ball and learn.”
Lilly turned the sandwiches on the grill, surprised at her son’s comment. She would have loved to sign him up. Give him an activity to keep him busy. “If you want to play, I can talk to one of the fathers, maybe they will help you.”
“Ah, Mom. I don’t want to do that.”
Lilly was at a loss. She wasn’t much of an athlete, so she couldn’t help.
“Maybe I can help you,” Coop said. “You got a mitt and another baseball?”
“Sure. I’ll go get ‘em.”
Lilly called him back before he left the room. “First, we eat. So go and wash up and get your sister.”
The boy looked disappointed, but did what he was told.
Lilly went to stir the soup, then pulled down the bowls.
“Is there something wrong?” Noah asked.
She hated to say anything critical about his act of kindness. She looked at him. “I’m just a little worried. Robbie has been so excited these last few days with you around.”
“So you want me to stop being friends with your son.”
She sighed. “No, but he’s a little boy who misses his father. Doesn’t that make you uncomfortable?”
Coop was more uncomfortable about not being truthful with her. “Look, if you don’t want me to spend time with your son, that’s your right. Since I was a kid who didn’t have a father around, I know it’s nice to have another man provide some attention.”
“Did you have someone?”
Don’t get too personal, he told himself. “My brother and I spent a lot of time at the boys’ club.” He smiled. “A gruff, old guy named Gus. He told us to leave the attitude at the door if we wanted to come in. He kept all the kids in line.”
She smiled, then quickly sobered. “Don’t get me wrong, Noah. I’m happy you spend time with Robbie, but I don’t want him hurt when you leave.”
He went to her. “You mean like their father hurt all of you?”
He saw her hesitate, but also the pain in her eyes. She finally nodded.
“You can’t keep your kids from getting hurt, Lilly. They have to get out there and learn to survive, not to be afraid. And they need to learn that from you.”
“But Robbie isn’t even six.”
“And he and his sister have already been hurt. You couldn’t protect them from the pain of losing their father.” He paused. “You’re an adult, and you couldn’t even protect yourself.”
An hour later, Lilly had to get away from the house. She ended up leaving Kasey brooding in her room, and drove Robbie to the library for the children’s reading hour, postponing the trip to the ice cream store. Okay, she needed time to brood after Noah’s declaration.
She walked into the Blind Stitch, needing some adult time. Some girl time. As usual the popular shop was busy. Since Jenny was on maternity leave, it had been ever harder to keep up with customers. The regular employee, Millie Roberts, was behind the counter.
Lilly found her mother in the other room of the shop, where they held the quilting classes. Beth Staley was instructing a patron on a quilt pattern. She looked up and smiled, then excused herself and walked over.
“This is a surprise. What brings you in?”
“I miss my mother,” Lilly said.
Beth smiled back at her. “That’s nice to know. I take it the kids are getting to you.”
She groaned. “I know I’m a terrible mother, but I can’t wait until the school year starts.” And she wouldn’t be daydreaming about a shirtless man in her backyard. “So can you go on a break?”
“Of course, if you wouldn’t mind going with the QC ladies?”
Lilly knew her mother’s good friends of the Quilter’s Corner. They meet here at the shop a few times a week. She glanced toward the corner table and waved. “Sure.”
Liz was the first to greet her, then came Louisa Merrick, both friends were her mother’s age. Caitlin and Lisa were younger mothers, close to Lilly’s age. They took up quilting because they could find the time with small children.
“Enjoying your summer?” Louisa asked.
“I have a thirteen-year-old who’s bored. What do you think?”
They all groaned in unison, and Louisa said, “I know it’s seems like hell, but hang in there. They’ll turn out nice like you did.”
Lilly arched an eyebrow. “Was I that bad?”
“We all were,” Liz announced. “It’s all those raging hormones.”
“Please, my Kasey is too young to be thinking about sex.”
“None of us are too young, or too old, to think about sex,” Louisa, who looked lovely and healthy these days, added. Even with the stroke she’d suffered last year there were no lingering effects now.
Liz nudged her. “That’s because you got yourself a good-looking husband. And he takes you to all those romantic places.”
Louisa turned to Lilly. “It seems Lilly only has to look out her back door to find a good-looking man.”
All eyes turned to her and she felt the heat rise to her face. “Mr. Cooper is our tenant. It’s hard not to look at him. I mean he’s helping with the house.”
Caitlin jumped in. “I’d say. I drove by yesterday and saw your sexy tenant on a ladder painting the house. He didn’t have his shirt on, and I nearly wrecked my car.”
“Maybe I should go for a little drive myself,” Liz said. “Is Coop working today?”
Lilly couldn’t help join in the laughter. She needed this, more than thinking about a man she had no business thinking about.
After lunch, Coop had returned to work, then the heat got to him and he went in the cottage. He still remembered the look she’d given him earlier. He’d had no right to speak to her that way.
So he’d decided that he’d better make himself scarce and disappear. So why not take the afternoon off?
Well, there were a couple of reasons. He wasn’t good at relaxing. He liked to stay busy, and he needed to figure out what was going on with Delgado.
Word on the street said he was relocating his drug business since El Paso was getting too hot. The Feds just hadn’t figured out where until they received a message from the informant. Now they were thinking Kerry Springs was at the top of the list. Okay, it was farther from the border, but who’d suspect the picturesque small town would harbor drug dealers?
Now he just needed to find the place. Perry’s Landscaping Company? It would be a perfect hideout. Nothing would give him more pleasure than to ship Delgado off to prison for drug trafficking and for the murder of Officer Devin Morales. Plus his possible connection with Mike Perry’s demise.
He only had to gather the proof. Where to look: the landscaping business or maybe the video arcade? Delgado wasn’t the type who sold drugs on street corners. His known MO was to have gangs distributing the merchandise. Kerry Springs might not have gangs, but every town had drug users.
Coop was getting antsy. He needed to end this and soon. Get Delgado. And the sooner he could make sure that Lilly Perry and her kids were safe, he could leave and forget about her. Undercover work didn’t allow for return visits.
There was a soft knock on the door and he closed his notebook and placed it under a toss pillow. He went to answer it and found Lilly standing on the stoop.
She looked pretty in her blue blouse that matched the color of her eyes and asked, “Could I speak with you?”
“Sure.” He stepped back, allowing her inside the small area. “Is there something wrong?”
“Yes. I neglected to apologize for my behavior earlier. You’re right, Noah, I am overprotective of my children.” She sighed. “It’s just that when all this happened with Mike, his death was so public, I didn’t know how else to handle it except to wrap my kids up and hold them tight.”
He shook his head. “I owe you an apology, too. I had no business telling you how to handle your children. I’m a single guy. I don’t know anything about parenting.” He inhaled her soft scent and nearly forgot his speech. “If you’d like, I’ll keep my distance. Don’t worry, I’ll be the bad guy and tell Robbie.”
“Oh, no, Noah. Please, you’re the best thing that’s happened to my son in a long time. He’s been living in a house with only women for the past two years. Now that he’s nearly six I see the changes in him.” She looked sad. “He’s not my baby anymore. And I’m not really sure on how to handle the next stage of his life.”
She turned those bright eyes on him and he felt a kick. “All the baseball and Boy Scouts …”
Ah, hell, she was killing him. “I’m sure there are coaches and Scout leaders who will take him under their wing.”
She nodded. “I know, but today was the first time he looked interested in doing anything. So if your offer is still open, I’d be happy if you helped Robbie learn to catch.” She held up a hand. “I mean, I know how busy you are with the repairs … Oh, God, how can I ask you?”
