I'm Your Man. Susan Crosby
in my bed. You’ll fit.”
A part of Maureen understood Riley’s fear. A different part was hurt that Riley didn’t want to be alone with her. It wasn’t as if they were strangers, after all.
“I’ll be seeing you lots. So much that you’ll get sick of me and wish I’d go away.” Daniel lifted him and rocked him side to side, Riley’s legs dangling and flying, making him giggle again. “You sleep tight.”
“Don’t let the bedbugs bite,” Riley finished. “Will you be here when I wake up in the morning?”
“I will. Or before your grandma heads out, anyway.”
Maureen followed him down the hall to the front door. “Thank you, Daniel.”
“No reason why we can’t work together on this. Give him some great memories.”
“I agree.”
“I know you hate me,” he said. “But this can be our chance for a new start, too. For Riley’s and Jess’s sake. And our own.”
“I don’t hate you.”
He lifted his brows.
“I resent you,” she said, then added, “with reason.”
“That sounds so much better.”
“And I’ve been really pissed off at you. And stuck pins in a voodoo doll that happens to look like you.” She smiled, taking the edge off the words.
“And if that doesn’t add up to hate…”
“I can see where you might think that.”
He grinned. “Your aunt’s quite a woman.”
“She is, indeed. I don’t know where I would be today without her.”
“I’d like to hear more about that sometime.”
“I’d like to tell you. Sometime.”
“Good night, Maureen. Sweet dreams.”
He walked away, and Maureen went off to tuck her sweet grandson in bed. How much had changed in just a day—Riley was hers for now, and Daniel? Well, there might be more to him than she’d thought. Time would tell.
But for now life didn’t get much better than this.
CHAPTER 5
Rileyism #3: “I have everything under control.”
The following morning Maureen paced her living room in front of the window. Back and forth, stop to look outside, back and forth again. Why hadn’t she asked for Daniel’s cell phone number? He was always late. She should’ve told him fifteen minutes earlier than she actually needed him to arrive. If she was late to work because of him…
She spotted him jogging up the street and hurried to the front door to fling it open.
“Good morning,” he said, as if nothing were wrong.
“You’re late.”
He merely raised his brows.
His hair was wet, either from a shower or the jog, which might have started an hour ago, for all she knew. He was annoyingly faithful about anything related to physical fitness, but not about everything else in life.
“I’m going to be late to work,” she said, arms crossed.
“You look…official,” he said of her gray pantsuit and crisp white blouse.
She didn’t think he was complimenting her. He wore not-new shorts he must’ve packed in his carry-on bag, and a Golden Gate Bridge T-shirt he must’ve bought since his arrival.
“If this is going to work for us, Daniel, you need to be on time. I don’t like starting my day frazzled.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, succeeding in making her feel like a shrew, when all she wanted was to catch her bus at the normal time and get to work at her normal time. The distance between Bernal Heights, where she lived, and the Mission District, where she worked, was short, but too far to walk in less than fifteen minutes.
“How’d you sleep?” she asked, forcing the harsh edge off her tone as they walked down her hallway, aware that Riley was within hearing range.
“Dead to the world.” He held up the shopping bag she’d sent him home with the night before. “Mind if I use your washer? My stuff could be delivered this afternoon, but maybe not until tomorrow.”
“Be my guest.” She passed him a business card. “Here’s my work information. Please call if you have any questions.”
Riley pounced on him then and she was off to work. She did miss her usual bus, but still arrived at work just at eight o’clock. She didn’t stop to chitchat with her coworkers, instead heading straight to her boss’s office. It was empty, a rarity. Maureen left a note on the desk, then settled into her own office. Only one voice mail awaited her—
“Hi, Mom. I just wanted to let you know that I got here okay. I hope you forgive me. I really am doing this for my son, the same way you sacrificed a lot for me. I just don’t have your patience to take it year by year. I kind of want it now. I know, I know. Gee, what a surprise.” Maureen could hear the smile in Jess’s voice. “But you’ll see. It’ll be a good thing. I’ll talk to you as soon as I’m allowed to. Tell Riley I love him. Bye.”
The time stamp at the end of the message indicated Jess had called the day before, Sunday, apparently not willing to talk in person, probably not wanting to get an earful from Maureen. Smart girl.
Maureen might have surprised Jess, however, by not arguing with her, except to challenge her daughter about why she didn’t feel she could’ve just asked if she could leave Riley instead of simply taking off as she did.
It was probably best for Riley, too, not talking to his mom. That way he could settle in. Maybe Jess was being responsible in that, too. If it was true that she really was pursuing this dream of hers to give herself and Riley a shot at independence and a good future, then Maureen couldn’t fault her for it, just as Maureen had left Cherie’s house and made her own way in the world.
The manner in which Maureen and Jess sought independence may be different, opposite really, but the goal was the same.
“Good morning, good morning.” The cheerful greeting accompanied the arrival of Esperanza Ochoa, Maureen’s coworker and friend, one of two full-time proofreader/editor/ researchers with the company. She breezed into Maureen’s office, looking gorgeous and rested, and landed in the chair opposite Maureen’s desk, a bright smile on her face.
“Same to you, sunshine.”
Anza leaned closer and singsonged in a whisper, “I’ve got a secret.”
“One you’re going to tease me about or share?”
“Share. But only with you. No one else can know, okay?”
“Do you really have to ask?” Maureen could guess the secret but waited for confirmation.
“I’m pregnant. Six weeks.”
Maureen flashed back to when she’d found out she was pregnant—just turned seventeen and scared to death. There’d been no happy glow on her face, like Anza’s now. No ecstatic husband, which Gabe undoubtedly was.
“That’s wonderful news! Congratulations,” Maureen said, coming around her desk to hug her friend and feeling a sudden rush of envy. “I’m so happy for you both,” she said, meaning it, but struggling past her own surprising emotions.
“Thank you.” Anza’s voice quavered and she hugged Maureen tighter. “It took a year, but finally I will be a mom. Finally.”
They moved apart as they heard someone walking nearby.
“How