I'm Your Man. Susan Crosby
a date?” Bernadette Martinez, the president and owner of Primero Publishing, strolled in. She was the most stylish woman Maureen knew, although the past five months since her husband had passed away had taken their toll. Until recently Bernadette looked ten years younger than the forty-eight she really was. But who wouldn’t look worn-out after losing her husband and inheriting the job of running a rapidly expanding company?
“Anza and I were just making a lunch date,” Maureen said as her friend slipped out.
Bernadette took Anza’s seat and held up the piece of paper Maureen had left on her desk. “You wanted to see me?”
“I wanted to let you know I won’t be going on vacation as scheduled. We’re postponing until August fourth.”
“Okay. How come?”
“I have inherited my grandson for the next six weeks.” She turned a framed photo on her desk toward Bernadette and gave her a short version of how Riley came to stay with her. “I think you can probably appreciate that I would like to spend as much time with him as possible, and since I normally am just getting home about the time he goes to bed, that’s going to be difficult. I’m wondering if I could leave work earlier, say at five, and then work at home after he goes to bed?”
No clock ticked, yet Maureen heard one in her head. The past few months had been overwhelming, since they’d taken on the projects that Carlos had started but hadn’t yet completed before his death. Maureen’s job as the liaison between Primero and the various writers was crucial, as she kept track of every project and author.
“That would be okay,” Bernadette said finally. “As long as it’s only six weeks. You’re a key player, after all, plus I don’t want others to think they can do the same thing.”
Maureen hid her surprise. She’d been working ten-hour days since being hired nineteen years ago, and twelve-hour days for the past several months. Most of the other employees put in the same long hours. She never used up her annual sick leave, and had so much vacation carryover, she could be off for months with pay. Not that she would….
She thanked her boss and settled down to work, although not with her usual focus. Her life, which had seemed in perfect order—a steady boyfriend and being on the fast track at work for a promotion—was suddenly topsy-turvy.
It was difficult for Ted, too, she knew, although he’d called to say he’d gotten their itinerary changed, with only a small penalty and almost the same hotel arrangements, which seemed to ease his mind. She’d been reading a bedtime story to Riley and had rushed Ted through the conversation, then felt guilty about it. She would’ve called him back later, knowing he generally stayed up until midnight, but she’d fallen asleep on the couch, not waking up until 2:00 a.m., when she shuffled off to bed.
She hadn’t talked to him this morning because he liked to sleep in, then work from home for a couple of hours before going to the office. Weekends were sometimes difficult for her because she woke up at six and he wanted to sleep until nine.
Maureen stared at the San Francisco-skyline poster on her wall and wondered what Riley and Daniel were doing.
She eyed her phone. Should she call home, even if just to say hi to Riley? She’d woken up at six to find him in bed with her, and had no idea when he’d joined her. She couldn’t remember Jess ever getting into bed with her during the middle of the night. In fact, she remembered telling Jess she had to stay in her own bed, that she was a big girl.
Not her finest moment as a mom. Look what she’d missed—waking up to that warm little body huddled close, needing her.
Maureen pressed her face into her hands for a second. She’d been a rules-and-regulations kind of parent.
Just like her father.
She’d learned her lessons the hard way. The one time she’d rebelled against his rules she’d ended up pregnant. She’d toed the line ever since. Had made Jess toe the line. Not that Jess had done so.
On the contrary, Jess had kept moving the line as it suited her, rarely putting a toe to it, and ending up in exactly the same position as Maureen at the same age—pregnant and unmarried, not yet done with high school. At least her daughter had finished school. And the baby’s father had wanted to marry her. If he hadn’t died…
Maureen sent an e-mail to the staff explaining about Riley and how she would be leaving at five and then working from home, so that everyone understood what was going on. She got back several nice notes, and a few people stopped in to personally tell her to enjoy her time with her grandson. Two coworkers were in line for the same promotion as she—Ginny Barber, who was in charge of payroll and accounting, and Doug Fairlane, the office manager. Both Ginny and Doug had been with Primero longer than Maureen.
And those two also seemed to give her the heartiest farewells when she left at five that night. Normally the staff got along exceptionally well, but now that there was a competition brewing for the vice president position, there was a tension in the air not normally in evidence. She wished Bernadette would make up her mind soon, before the camaraderie suffered.
Maureen didn’t know anyone on the five-o’clock bus, and it wasn’t until she stepped off that she realized she didn’t know what she would fix for dinner. When she was alone she usually heated up a frozen dinner. Who wanted to cook at eight o’clock? If Ted joined her, he picked up something on his way.
She should’ve shopped.
Maureen opened the door to an incredible aroma. She eyed two large suitcases with courier tags attached to the handles, then she wandered down the hall into the kitchen. Riley stood on a chair in front of the sink washing lettuce leaves, and Daniel stirred a mouthwatering mix in a large pot.
“Barefoot and cooking,” she said, drawing their attention. “That’s the way it should be.”
“Hi, Grandma,” Riley said. He didn’t hop down from the chair to greet her, so she walked over and hugged him. “I’m making salad.”
“So, I see.” She eyed the bowl on the counter, filled halfway with chopped tomatoes, cucumbers, avocado and green onions.
“I have to dry the lettuce real good so the dressing sticks.”
“You’re doing a great job.” She looked at Daniel, wanting to set the right tone in front of Riley. “You didn’t need to make dinner. But thank you.”
“You’re welcome. It’s Riley’s favorite.”
“Papa’s a good cooker.”
“What is it?”
“Aubergine-and-black-bean chili,” Daniel said. “And there’ll be enough for leftovers for a couple of meals.”
“Aubergine? It sounds…purple.”
He laughed. “It’s another name for eggplant.”
“I see. You fancy up the name and it tastes better?”
“To the nonvegetarian, maybe. Oh, and we called your boyfriend and invited him for dinner, but we thought we’d surprise you. Why don’t you go change, and I’ll pour you a glass of wine?”
Geez, a girl could get used to this, she thought, a little dazed. She told herself she was giving in so easily to him sort of taking over her life and telling her what to do because she didn’t want things uncomfortable for Riley. Was it really a lie if you only lied to yourself?
Maureen stopped just inside her bedroom door. On her bed were a couple of small stacks of laundry, all neatly folded, including her bras and underwear. She moved closer, pictured him tucking the bra cups inside each other and folding her panties into neat little bundles. They weren’t overly sexy, just beige or black, and nothing lacy or push-up, but the thought of him handling her private things and having that kind of intimate knowledge of her embarrassed her like nothing else had in a very long time.
Feeling her face heat up, she shoved the clothes into drawers and changed