Falling for a Father of Four

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Mattie smiled and nodded. “All right. It won’t take long. The meat loaf’s done, and the macaroni’s almost ready.”

Orren licked his lips and made hungry noises while she turned away and headed for the kitchen. He slipped out the door a few minutes later, and soon after that returned with a pouty Jean Marie in tow. Her eyes and nose were red from crying, and her attitude had not noticeably improved, but she said nothing as she sullenly ate her dinner, then disappeared into the back of the house.

Mattie made short work of the post-dinner cleanup, while Orren spent time with the youngest two girls before putting them down for the night. When she gathered her things to make her usual low-key departure, however, Orren appeared to thank her once again for all she’d done.

“You are one talented young lady,” he said. “I don’t know anyone your age anywhere who could do what you’ve done. One of these days you’ll make a fine wife and mother.”

He hadn’t the least idea how dismaying his words were to Mattie. None of her efforts, she realized, had made him see her as the adult she was inside, if not outside. Perhaps it was time for another sort of transformation, this time of herself.

Chapter Three

It was just a sundress, and that’s exactly what Mattie told her father, patiently, unconcernedly, determinedly. He didn’t buy a syllable of it.

“That thing’s indecent!” he exclaimed, walking a circle around her, the better to become outraged by the strapless bandeau top and the short slit skirt that exposed the matching short-shorts. “You’ve worn bathing suits less revealing than that!”

“And will again,” she assured him nonchalantly. “In fact, if you prefer, I could wear one today and save myself the same hassle.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She sighed and flipped the long tail of her hair over her shoulder. “We’re going to lie out in the sun today,” she explained, delivering the well-thought-out excuse. “The kids should start swimming lessons soon, and I want us all to get a little sun first. I don’t want to have to change my clothes twice to manage it.”

Evans scowled but couldn’t argue with her logic. Amy stepped into the fray, lifting a loving hand to her husband’s shoulder, sending a knowing look to Mattie. “Honestly, Evans, you sound like the father of a twelve-year-old instead of a twenty-year-old.”

“She’s not twenty!”

“She’s closer to twenty than nineteen.”

“That dress would be indecent at fifty!”

Amy smirked. “Now I agree with you there, unless, of course, the fifty-year-old should have a body like a twenty-year-old. Give over, Dad. Your little girl is all grown up and has a perfect right to wear anything she wants.”

“Oh, and I have no right to voice my opinion, I suppose,” Evans sulked.

“You have as much right to voice your opinion, Daddy, as I have to ignore it,” Mattie said blithely, and with that she went up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “See you tonight. Have a good day. Bye, Amy.” Trilling her fingers at her stepmother, she sauntered down the hall, ignoring the heatedly whispered conversation taking place behind her. Poor Daddy. How upset he would be if he knew upon what campaign she had just embarked!

Orren frowned at the Mattie who stood before him, busily pinning up her hair. If she was not careful that so-called dress was going to show more than it already did, and it showed quite enough already—more than enough. The sight of all that pale golden skin made him decidedly nervous. His hands were shaking, for pity’s sake! Not that he found her attractive exactly, not in the same way as he’d found Gracie attractive. Heavens, no. Gracie was sexy, blatantly so, almost embarrassingly so. She had often referred to herself as a “hot property,” and no one had ever argued with the assessment. Gracie breathed heavy sexuality and had from a very early age. He imagined she’d appeared more worldly and womanly at twelve than Matilda Kincaid did at twenty. There was something innocent about Mattie, something wholesome. Actually, coupled with her very sleek, almost exotic beauty, it was pretty heady stuff. But it just wasn’t the kind of thing that really attracted him. Not really, really attracted him, anyway. Of course not. She was much too young, just a girl. He scraped his fingers through his hair, just to have something to do with his hands, and cleared his throat.

“So you think I should let the kids take swimming lessons,” he said, as much to call himself back to the subject at hand as to let her know that he’d been listening.

She snatched a hairpin from her mouth and stabbed it into the twist of hair atop her head. “Absolutely. They’re never too young to learn something so important.”

“I agree,” he said, embarrassed and irritated, “but there’s one little problem.”

“Oh? And what is that?”

He ground his teeth together. “I can’t afford swimming lessons.”

She blinked at him as if that idea hadn’t occurred to her at all. “It doesn’t cost anything. At least, no more than you’re paying me now.”

It was his turn to blink. “You mean, you are going to teach them?”

“Of course. I have certification from California. I used to live there, you know.”

Actually, he hadn’t known, but he nodded, anyway. It was so typically Mattie. Of course she’d teach them herself! He should have expected that by now. Was there anything she couldn’t do? He felt a step behind suddenly, but he was becoming accustomed to that. Thinking rather desperately, he came up with another question. “Where were you thinking of doing it?”

“Teaching them, you mean?”

“That’s right.”

She shrugged. “I have a friend with a backyard pool. I thought we’d start there.”

He cocked his head. “What friend would that be?” Male or female? he wondered specifically.

“Terri Whiteside.”

His stomach dropped. Male or female? he asked himself again, then shook his head over the stupidity of it. What was it to him? Nothing! Except, of course, as it pertained to his children. He wouldn’t want anything untoward to take place in front of them. If Mattie had a boyfriend—and of course she did!—he had better make sure that she understood what type of behavior he expected from her. He opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it.