Then she smiled.
She had a knee-knockingly great smile. 'Jo?'
And an American accent.
Uh … what?
'Johanna?'
The gruff voice drew my gaze to the left, and my eyes widened at the sight of the large man standing next to Cam's fireplace. The weight of his light hazel eyes on me made me stagger back in shock. I'd been so consumed with jealousy, thinking the woman was Blair, that it hadn't even registered how familiar those exotic eyes were.
'Uncle Mick?' I breathed in shock, my eyes running the length of him.
He looked older now, grey peppering his dark hair and beard, but it was him. A tower of a man, standing at six and a half feet tall with huge shoulders, he still looked as fit and healthy as he had eleven years ago. Everyone had always said Uncle Mick was built like a brick shithouse. He still was.
What was he doing here?
'Jo.' He shook his head, giving me a grin that made me feel homesick. 'I always knew you'd be a knockout, lass, but just look at you.' His accent threw me for a moment, the sharp, abrupt inflection of Scots softened slightly in certain words by an American drawl. His accent was Joss's in reverse.
Still dumbstruck, I could only say his name again. 'Uncle Mick?' I glanced back at Cam, my mouth open in wonder, my heart in my throat. 'What is going on?'
Cam stepped forward and took my hand in reassurance. 'You told me Mick's surname, that he'd moved to Arizona, and you showed me old photographs. Mick has a Facebook account, and I tracked him down on there.'
Facebook? I looked back at Mick incredulously, still not believing he was here. Everything that had been good about my life as a child was standing in front of me and I didn't know whether I wanted to run facefirst into his chest or turn on my heel and flee.
'Cam and I got to talking and he told me how difficult things have been for you, darling. I'm so sorry.' Mick's voice was low, as though he were talking to a frightened animal. 'I'm so sorry I wasn't here.'
I gulped and for the hundredth time that day tried desperately not to cry. 'Why are you here?'
'We came back a few years ago to Paisley for a short visit, but no one knew where you'd gone. I saw your dad.'
I winced at the thought of my father. 'He's still there, then?'
Mick nodded, taking a step towards me. 'I'm glad Fiona got you away from him. I'm glad he has no clue where you went and is too stupid to find you.'
I felt my nose sting with the tears I could no longer hold back. 'So you came all the way here to see me?'
He grinned. 'You're worth the plane ticket, baby girl.'
Baby girl. He'd always called me that and I'd loved it. It was why I called Cole 'baby boy'. The sob rose out of my mouth before I could stop it, and seemingly done with being patient, Uncle Mick made a rough noise and crossed the room to pull me into a bear hug. I hugged him back, breathing him in. Mick had never been one for aftershave. He'd always smelled of soap and earth. The ache in my chest intensified as I reverted to a ten-year-old in his arms.
We stood together for a good while, until my crying finally trailed off, and then Mick eased me back, his light eyes – eyes I'd loved more than any other eyes in the world until Cole came along – were bright on me. 'I've missed you.'
I laughed in an attempt to curb another crying jag. 'Missed you, too.'
Clearing his throat and shifting uncomfortably under the weight of emotion between us, Mick turned to look back at the young woman. Although he introduced her, I no longer needed to be told who she was. Her eyes gave her away. 'Jo, this is Olivia, my daughter.'
Olivia's eyes were shining with tears as she took a step towards me. 'It's nice to meet you, Jo. Dad has been talking about you for years, so I almost feel like I know you. God, was that as cliché as it sounded?'
I smiled weakly, not quite sure how I felt about her. Watching the way Uncle Mick gazed adoringly at his daughter, I was happy for him. Happy he'd found his own family. But the thirteen-year-old girl inside me resented Olivia – resented her for being what had taken Mick away in the first place.
I tried to quash that feeling, knowing it was useless and childish and petty, but it was there no matter how much I didn't want it to be.
'After coming to Paisley and not finding you, we tried Facebook too, but you don't have an account. We thought we'd found Cole, but we couldn't be sure, and Dad was worried that you didn't want to hear from him anyway.'
I looked up at Mick, my hand curling on his arm. 'I'm sorry for losing touch. It was childish.'
'Baby girl, you were just a child.'
'Cam was pretty sure you'd want to see Dad.' Olivia smiled gratefully behind me and I turned to face Cameron.