His Ultimate Temptation. Susan Crosby
divorce, she was sure. Living with that knowledge was painful.
A light tap on the bedroom door snapped her into the present. She took a couple long strides and pulled open the door.
“You all right?” he asked, his face a mask of unreadable expression.
Why couldn’t she look at him and know his thoughts any longer?
At that moment she hated him. Hated that he could still turn her inside out and upside down. No one should have that kind of power over another person.
The hate faded as fast as it had come, and she settled for an honest answer. “No, Ben. I’m not all right. I haven’t been all right for a long time. And every time I think I’m on the right track, something shoves me off. I’m tired of living like this.”
“If I’d known it was going to be this hard, I wouldn’t have—”
“I know.”
“We’re stuck now, aren’t we? Erin knows you’re staying. We can’t change it.”
Weary, Leslie rubbed her forehead, picturing her daughter’s face. Her sparkling eyes. The freckles dusting her nose and cheeks. The wide grin and bubbly exuberance.
Okay. I can do this, Leslie thought. She wouldn’t be alone with Ben. Erin was here, too. Temptation tempered by the presence of a child. It could work. It would work.
It had to.
“Just don’t look at me like you did in the kitchen, okay?” she said. “Keep your distance, and I’ll keep mine. Somehow we’ll get through this.”
When they returned to the dining room, Erin’s gaze slid from one parent to the other. Her hands were locked together in her lap; her plate was empty. “Are you mad, Mom?”
Leslie kissed the top of her head as she walked by, then took a seat and picked up the nearest serving bowl. “I’m all right.” She smiled. “Your dad was shocked that I could cook. You hadn’t told him you were giving me lessons.”
Erin frowned. “That’s always been the deal. I don’t talk to Dad about you, and I don’t talk to you about Dad.”
What a balancing act Erin performed. In trying to shield her from any potential conflict between them, she and Ben had also put her in the difficult position of not talking about the good times they had together.
She glanced at Ben, who was obviously contemplating Erin’s words as well. His gaze shifted to Leslie; his mouth tightened.
“That’s a nice sweater,” Leslie said to him, wanting to find some way to ease the rough start they’d all had.
“You haven’t seen it? Erin gave it to me at home, so that I could wear it skiing the first day.”
“Carly took her shopping, men they wrapped it before I got to see it.” Leslie pulled apart a muffin and bit into it, the tangy cranberries an alarm clock to her mouth.
“Carly’s really worked out well for you,” Ben said.
“I wish I’d met her sooner. She’s been wonderful. She does all the housework, except we share the cooking among the three of us. And, of course, the biggest reason for her being there—I don’t have to worry about what to do with Erin if my hours get crazy.”
“I’m old enough now to stay by myself,” Erin announced.
“No, you’re not,” both parents responded in unison.
“Honey, sometimes you don’t even wake up when the telephone rings right in your ear. You’d probably sleep through an earthquake,” Leslie said, her gaze meeting Ben’s for a second, glad they agreed on this issue.
“If I knew I had to be responsible, I would be.”
“Maybe. But the fact is you’re like Sleeping Beauty under the witch’s spell.”
“But, Mom—”
“Your mother’s right,” Ben interrupted. “No discussion on this one, kiddo.”
“Anyway, where would Carly go?” Leslie. asked. “We’re her family now. She needs us, too.”
“I’m surprised you left her alone on Christmas,” Ben said.
“She took a job caring for an Alzheimer’s patient for the time Erin was supposed to be gone. She got the chance to make some extra income over the Christmas break.” Pausing, she looked at Ben expectantly. “So—what do you think? Does breakfast meet with your approval?”
“It’s good, Les,” Ben said, devouring a muffin.
“I packed lunches for the two of you, too.”
“The two of us?” Erin frowned at Ben. “Why can’t Mom come skiing?”
Before Ben could reply, Leslie said, “I didn’t bring my skis, honey.”
“But, Mom....” Erin apparently decided she wasn’t going to change Leslie’s mind, because she turned instantly to her father. “Make her come.”
Ben didn’t want to get into a debate. They were all on edge. Spending the day together couldn’t improve the situation. “You can rent equipment, Les.” He picked up his empty plate and carried it to the sink.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’ll pass.” She came up beside him. “Just leave the dishes. It’ll give me something to do. You two get going before it gets too crowded.”
Ben hustled Erin out to the car amid further protests.
“We’ll be back by five,” he called to Les as she stood on the porch and waved goodbye.
“It’s not fair,” Erin grumbled when they rounded the first bend. “Mom loves to ski. You should’ve made her come.”
He shot her a glance. He couldn’t remember seeing her so belligerent. “So, are you going to spend the day mad at me? Because if that’s the way it’s going to be, I’ll drive back to the cabin—” he saw her eyes light up “—and drop you off.”
Her mouth fell open. “You mean you’d go without me?”
“I’m on vacation.”
She tapped her feet against the floorboard for three turns of the road. “I suppose it isn’t all your fault.”
“No kidding.”
“I suppose I should be mad at Mom, ’cause she’s the one who didn’t come.”
“Why don’t you skip being mad at anyone and have a good time, instead.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Too easy.”
He laughed, appreciating his daughter’s maturing sense of humor.
“So how come Mom’s really at the cabin?”
Erin’s question blindsided him. “What do you mean?”
“Come on, Dad. No way would Mom spend Christmas by herself. No way. She would’ve gone to Grandpa’s or to Uncle Brad and Aunt Mimi’s. Or Uncle Chase or Uncle Gabe—”
“I get the picture, sweetheart.” He didn’t want to speculate about it with Erin, not when he was only speculating himself.
“Well, it’s true. She gets, like, totally sappy about Christmas.”
Ben chuckled. “Yeah.”
“I kinda like it a lot, too, you know?”
He glanced her way.
She stared out the passenger window. “I kinda didn’t like being gone over Christmas,” she said quietly. “I mean, I like being with you, Dad, but Christmas is—well. it’s special, you know?”
He heard more than her words. Pulling to the side of the road, he shifted the car