Verdict: Daddy. Charlotte Douglas
he’d created a situation that had caused both Annie and Agnes grief.
“The little darling’s sleeping like a rock.” Agnes wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. “It’s my older sister, Patricia, in Sarasota. She’s had a stroke. I have to go to her as soon as possible.”
“Of course you do.” Marissa’s calm, no-nonsense tone reassured Blake, who, in his concern for Agnes and Annie, was glad the attorney was there. “What can we do to help?” Marissa added.
Agnes flashed Marissa a teary smile of recognition mixed with gratitude. “Good to see you again, Marissa, dear. If you can help take care of the baby, I’ll leave immediately. I’ve already packed.”
Blake noted the tremor in Agnes’s hands and her distraught tone. “No way I’m letting you drive to Sarasota in your state of mind. You’d have an accident before you reached the Sunshine Skyway.”
“But I’ll need my car to get back and forth to the hospital.”
“I’ll drive you in your car,” Blake said, “and catch a bus back.”
Marissa shook her head. “I’ll drive Agnes in her car. You can follow in your truck and bring me home.”
Agnes hugged Marissa. “You’re a sweetheart.”
“But what about Annie?” Blake felt a sudden panic. He’d counted on Agnes to help with the infant. How could he take care of the baby without Agnes’s guidance and assistance?
“I have a carrier in my car,” Agnes said. “We’ll take her with us, then switch the carrier to your truck for the ride home.”
“That’ll work,” Marissa said. “Blake, you get the luggage. I’ll take care of the baby.”
Momentary relief surged through him at Marissa’s offer, but concern closed in again when he realized that Marissa’s help would only be temporary. With her law practice, she’d have no time for baby-sitting. His thoughts whirled like tires in deep mud, but he couldn’t come up with a solution for his dilemma. He shook away the effort. First things first, and right now he had to get Agnes to her sister’s bedside ASAP.
Agnes scurried into the house with Marissa close on her heels. Blake followed.
In the attractive and tidy family room, Agnes’s suitcase stood on the floor beside the crib the older woman kept for her baby-sitting clients. Blake reached for the luggage, and Marissa peered into the bed at the sleeping child. Blake stopped short, entranced by the glow on Marissa’s face.
With rosy lips parted, green eyes shining and a softness to her expression that gently twisted his heart, Marissa gazed at Annie as if in awe.
“She’s beautiful,” Marissa said softly.
Blake couldn’t decide who was the more breathtaking: the adorable infant with brilliant strawberry-blond curls, long eyelashes sweeping flushed cheeks and a rosebud mouth—or his childhood friend.
He had to clear a lump in his throat before he spoke. “She’s a cutie, all right.”
Stuffing tissues in her purse, Agnes bustled out of her bedroom. “I’m ready if you are.”
Tearing his gaze from the charming picture Marissa and Annie made, Blake grabbed the suitcase. Marissa scooped the child in her arms so expertly Annie didn’t stir from her deep sleep.
“There’s a diaper bag.” Agnes pointed to a table beside the crib. “I filled it with supplies I keep on hand for baby-sitting.”
Blake had to give his neighbor credit. Even in her concern over her sister, Agnes hadn’t lost her usual efficiency.
Marissa swung the bag over her shoulder and cradled Annie in her other arm. Blake held the door open for her and, as they exited past him, was struck by the melange of fragrance, baby powder mixed with Marissa’s subtle wisteria perfume. Agnes followed and closed and locked the door.
While the women climbed into Agnes’s car, Blake went to his back door, where Rambo stood waiting, tail wagging furiously in greeting, a lopsided grin on his canine lips. “C’mon, Bo. Do your business, then hop in the truck. We’re going for a ride.”
Bo woofed in delight, turned a few ecstatic circles and bounded to his favorite elm tree to relieve himself. Sometimes the dog took almost an hour to sniff and mark every bush and tree in the yard. But he either was excited about a ride or sensed the urgency in Blake’s voice, because he loped immediately to the truck and jumped into the rear seat of the cab as soon as Blake opened the door.
As a result, Marissa and Agnes were only a block ahead when Blake turned out of his drive onto the street.
“We’re going to Sarasota,” Blake told Bo, “so Agnes can take care of her sister who had a stroke.”
Blake had long ago stopped questioning the logic of speaking to an animal who couldn’t talk back. As intelligent as Bo was, Blake figured the dog understood most of what he said. Besides, talking to his pet made living by himself less solitary.
“That’s Marissa, my old high-school friend, with Agnes.” Blake flicked his turn signal and followed Agnes’s car onto the main drag that led to the interstate. “I hadn’t seen her in eighteen years, but she’s as easy to talk to now as she was when we were teenagers.”
Bo woofed in response.
“She’s almost as easy to talk to as you are, boy,” Blake said with a grin. “Except you don’t argue with me. I’m going to need some powerful persuasion to get her to help me with Annie. Marissa’s always been a straight shooter. Now that she’s an attorney, I don’t know if she’ll bend the rules like we did sometimes when we were kids.”
Recalling Marissa’s appearance when he’d first seen her again in her office and her expression when she gazed at Annie, Blake couldn’t help thinking that Marissa’s unwillingness to bend rules wasn’t the only thing about her that had changed. Years ago, Blake had considered her a good pal, just like one of the guys. No way could he ever look at her in that same way again. She’d grown into a stunning woman, one who heated his blood and quickened his pulse, especially when he recalled the trim fit of her very professional suit, showing off her undeniable attributes from head to toe. And her wisteria fragrance was enough to drive a man wild. How could any male juror keep his mind on a trial when Marissa stepped in front of the bench?
“She’s grown up to be quite a woman.”
Bo rested his head on the back of Blake’s seat, licked his master’s ear and whined.
“She likes dogs,” Blake assured Bo, hoping Marissa would be around often enough to get to know Bo well.
He shook his head to force his longing thoughts away. Marissa may have turned into a mouthwatering adult female, but that fact was no concern of Blake’s. He wasn’t looking for a woman to call his own. He’d decided long ago that marriage and family life were out of the question for him. Bounced from one foster home to another while growing up, he’d never learned how to deal with intense relationships. He’d be a disaster as a husband and a father, probably even as a lover, because he wasn’t equipped with the skills to maintain lasting intimate ties to anyone—except Bo, of course, who forgave all Blake’s shortcomings.
“No reason, though,” he said over his shoulder to Bo, “that Marissa can’t still be our buddy. Right, boy?”
Bo barked in enthusiastic agreement and stuck his head out the open driver’s window, his grin widening as his fur blew in the wind, while Blake struggled to make the sophisticated Marissa of today fit the image of his old teenage pal—and failed.
TWO HOURS LATER, with Agnes safely settled at her sister’s bedside and Annie asleep in the carrier in the back seat beside Bo, Blake headed the truck north over the Sunshine Skyway Bridge toward Dolphin Bay. The startlingly vivid lavender, mango and rose of the sunset over the Gulf of Mexico reminded Blake anew why he loved the area. He and Marissa had watched hundreds of sunsets together