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“HANK?” AUDREY SAID GENTLY. “You might as well get it over with.”
He glanced across the kitchen table at her and nodded. But then, instead of making the call, he pushed back his chair and headed for the living room—where Robbie was playing with his friend Gary, whose mother routinely left him here while she did her grocery shopping.
When he walked into the room, Robbie shot him a grin and said, “We’re playin’ trucks.”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
As if Robbie didn’t have enough trucks for half a dozen kids, Gary had brought his own backpackful. The floor was wall-to-wall with them.
“Wanna play with us, Dad?”
“Thanks, but not right now.”
“You can have my fire engine,” Gary offered. He was almost a year older than Robbie, and had gotten much more into the idea of sharing.
“Hey, that’s really tempting,” Hank told him, “but I just wanted to make sure you guys were having fun.”
He watched them for a minute or two. Well, actually, he watched Robbie. Then he backtracked to the kitchen, where the number of that lab in Englewood was sitting next to the phone.
“It’s past ten,” Audrey said.
“Uh-huh.” And the lab people had told him he could call any time after nine-thirty.
Fleetingly he wondered if Natalie had phoned them yet. Then he told himself she didn’t really need to. She was positive that Robbie was her child.
Glancing at Audrey again, he thought she looked as if she’d aged overnight. Her hair seemed to have more gray mixed with the brown than it had only yesterday, and she was clearly tired. Of course, she probably hadn’t slept any better than he had the past couple of nights.
After procrastinating for a few more seconds, he forced himself to pick up the phone and punch in the number.
“This is Hank Ballantyne,” he told the woman who answered. “My son, Robbie, was tested there yesterday. As was a Dr. Natalie Lawson. I’m calling for the results.”
“Just a minute, sir.”
Audrey eyed him while he waited, her expression anxious.
The woman at the lab finally picked up again. “Mr. Ballantyne?”
“Yes.”
“There’s a positive match.”
She said more, something about his getting written documentation in the mail, but he only half heard the rest of her words because “there’s a positive match” kept repeating in his ear.
“Thank you,” he said when she stopped speaking. Then he clicked the phone off and numbly told Audrey the news.
Her eyes filled with tears. “Oh, Hank, I’m so, so, sorry,” she murmured.
“Yeah,” he managed. “Me, too.”
NATALIE HAD BARELY LEFT her motel room since she’d driven back from the lab in Englewood yesterday. She’d been sitting by the phone, waiting for Hank Ballantyne to call. And worrying about what he’d say when he did.
Or should that be if he did?
He’d promised he would, as soon as he’d done some thinking about letting her spend time with Robbie. But maybe he’d changed his mind.
Maybe, instead of phoning, he’d have a lawyer get in touch, because he’d decided that he wouldn’t let her see any more of her son unless a judge forced him to.
Or he might simply vanish with Robbie. Then she’d have to start searching all over again.
Closing her eyes, she reminded herself that Rodger Spicer’s report hadn’t painted Hank as the sort of man who’d run. He was the type who’d stand and fight.
She only hoped he wasn’t going to fight her.
It would be so much better for Robbie if they didn’t end up battling over him. Yet, if that was the route Hank decided to take…
Well, if her alternatives were to start legal proceedings or forget about ever seeing her child again, there’d be only one real choice—no option at all. She was just afraid she might not have enough emotional reserve left to carry her much further.
She’d been running on empty ever since that day in the orphanage. And now that she’d finally found her son, now that she’d seen him…
She told herself to calm down. Whatever happened, she’d cope. The way she’d been doing for what seemed like forever.
As she glanced at the silent phone once more it suddenly rang. Her heart slammed against her ribs, then began to race.
Her throat dry, she answered.
“It’s Hank,” he said.
“Yes. Hi.”
“I called the lab a while ago.”
“Me, too.”
Barely breathing, she waited for him to say something more, each second like an hour.
“We’d better talk again,” he said at last.
“Yes. Fine.”
“Is it okay if I come there?”
She desperately wanted to ask how he’d decided to play things, but all she said was, “Of course.”
“Good. I’ll see you in ten.”
CHAPTER THREE
TELLING HERSELF THAT HANK would be here any second now, Natalie wandered into the bathroom and halfheartedly brushed her hair. It wasn’t even a little less wild after she finished than before she’d started.
Wash-and-wear hair, her mother always used to call it, a kind way of saying it had a will of its own. An iron will. Over the years, she must have tried to tame it a hundred different ways—none of them successful.
Eventually she’d given up, and now just left it long so she could at least tie it back out of the way when she was working.
Hearing the crunch of tires on the gravel, she hurried to the window, in time to see Hank getting out of his Blazer.
He did not look pleased, but she could scarcely expect him to. Until she’d suddenly appeared, he’d been under the impression she was dead. And she’d bet he wished, with all his heart, she actually was.
She headed over and opened the door, the thought that homicide detectives undoubtedly knew how to commit perfect murders sending a shiver down her spine.
As he stepped inside and glanced around the room, her gaze followed his.
The Whispering Winds wasn’t a dump, but it wasn’t luxurious, either. She didn’t know how long she’d be away from home, and her funds were nowhere near unlimited.
Finding her son had taken almost all the money she’d inherited from her parents. And while working with American Physicians Abroad was emotionally rewarding, she didn’t earn anything like what doctors in the U.S. made.
If she and Hank did end up fighting each other in court, she’d be hard-pressed to pay her legal fees.
“It’s nice out,” he said at last. “Do you want to take a walk?”
“Sure.”
She grabbed a sweater from the closet, doing her best to appear nonchalant when she was feeling anything but. His expression hadn’t given her an inkling about what he was thinking, which left her still totally up in the air.
The motel backed onto a stretch of green space that lent the air an earthy scent of spring, and the path they followed ran alongside a gurgling stream.
Under most circumstances she’d find it a relaxing setting, but the longer they walked the more anxious she grew.
“Spring’s my favorite season,” she finally said to break the silence.
“Yeah?” Hank said, barely glancing at her.
“I guess that’s one of the reasons I fell in love with Guatemala. It’s known as the land of eternal spring.”
All that got her was a second “Yeah?” so she lapsed back into silence.
They walked a little farther, then he said, “I saw a lawyer yesterday.”
Her pulse skipped a beat. She wasn’t surprised that he had, but what advice had he gotten?
“And?” she prompted when he didn’t continue.
“She basically said what yours did—that we should try to work things out ourselves.”
“Ah…good. I mean, I’m glad they agreed.”
“Right. So…I guess we’d better talk about your seeing Robbie.”
“Fine,” she murmured, afraid that if she said even one more word he’d start having second thoughts.
“There’ll have to be some ground rules.”
She nodded.
“First off, I’ll be there whenever you’re with him.”
“That’s fine,” she said, not hesitating for a second. She’d agree to just about anything when he was going along with this.
“Good. Then…well, I guess we could start with your coming back to the house once we finish talking. If you’d like, I mean.”
“That would be great,” she said, still trying for nonchalance although she felt like doing cartwheels in the grass.
“But this is my last day off,” he continued. “I’m back at work tomorrow, and I’ll be on the midnight-to-eight shift for the next ten days, which means I don’t get home till after nine—later if we’re in the middle of something at the end of the shift. So, by the time I’ve slept…well, the earliest you’ll be able to see Robbie will be around four or five.”
“Hank, I’ll fit in with whatever works for you. I realize how difficult you must find this. And I knew that even if you decided to let me see Robbie, you wouldn’t want me constantly hanging around. So I was thinking I’d see if the hospital in Madison wants a volunteer.
“I wouldn’t be able to do hands-on work with patients. I’m not licensed to practice in New Jersey. But if there’s anything else they could use me for…”
“I’m sure there’ll be something. I keep hearing how short staffed they are.”
“Good. I’d hate to just sit around in the motel.”
She hesitated then, not really wanting to mention the present, in case he thought she was resorting to bribery, yet knowing she’d better.
Finally she said, “When I was in Englewood I got something for Robbie. A fire engine. Is it okay if I bring it along today?”
“Sure,” he said, almost making her smile with relief. “He’ll love it. Anything with wheels.”
“Right. I kind of figured that after seeing all his cars and trucks.”
She told herself to stop there. Being nervous often made her talk too much. And, sure enough, the next instant she heard herself saying, “I guess it was silly, but once I’d bought it I started thinking I shouldn’t have. That it might jinx things and you’d tell me I couldn’t see him. So the fact that you’re letting me…Well, it really does mean a lot.”
He eyed her for a moment, before saying, “Look, Natalie, don’t read too much into it, okay. If my lawyer hadn’t advised me to try compromising with you, I’m not sure I would be. Because regardless of what arrangement we work out, assuming we can even do that, every day Robbie spends with you will be a day he isn’t spending with me. And I’m not happy about that.”
“I don’t blame you,” she murmured. “I wouldn’t be, either.”
“Right…well…we should probably turn back.”
They walked in silence again until he said, “There’s something else we have to decide. Whether we should tell Robbie you’re his mother.”
Her automatic response was, of course they should, but she caught herself before the words came out. It hadn’t occurred to her there’d be any question about that. There obviously was, though.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“Well, I talked it over with Audrey and we both feel that for the time being I should say you’re a friend. And he should call you Natalie.”
“Oh,” she said, trying to pretend that didn’t hurt.
“After all, he’s only three. Three and a half.”
