"Seems to me you should learn to park your bike differently."
He laughed, then after a brief hesitation he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a business card, passing it to her. "I'll see you in a few days, Ms … . Mysterious."
He walked away. She looked at his card. James Paladin, Investigator, ARC Security & Investigations.
Well. Maybe he wasn't like Paul, after all.
Two
An hour later Caryn was holding her breath as she waited for her son to say something. Anything.
"I don't want to meet him," Kevin muttered at last.
He pushed away from the kitchen table and stalked to the window overlooking their tiny backyard. Caryn sat quietly, giving him time to let the idea of James Paladin settle. She'd had a week's advantage on him in that regard, but she was by no means calm or accepting, either.
She'd explained everything she knew-that Paul had chosen James specifically as the sperm donor, that they'd entered into a written agreement which stated that the resulting child, if there was one, would have the right to contact James upon turning eighteen. She told Kevin how she'd found the agreement in Paul's paperwork, then about the other letter giving James's current contact information. That was it. Bare bones information. No note saying he still wanted to meet Kevin. No hint at all. Name, correct address-she'd double-checked that-and phone number. Period.
"I don't have to see him," Kevin added, his arms crossed, his tone harsh. "The agreement says so."
"That's right. Nothing requires you to."
He shoved his hands through his hair, as James had done earlier. The gesture caught her by surprise. Maybe Kevin had always done that, but it took on more significance now-heredity, not environment.
"I wish you hadn't told me," he said, firing a look at her.
"I wish I hadn't had to."
His hesitation lasted several beats. "'Never make a promise you can't keep, and always keep your promises,'" he said, parroting a lifetime of her own words to him.
It wasn't only her philosophy but Paul's, as well. She'd fulfilled her end of the bargain. Now she was free of the technical part of her responsibility. She still had to deal with the results of backing into his Harley-plus if Kevin did at some point decide to meet him, the emotional aspects of the whole business.
She stood, smoothed the wrinkles from her skirt. Her fingertips brushed against the outline of the business card in her pocket. "He's a private investigator, by the way," she said, giving him the last piece of information, one she thought might interest him too much.
Kevin lifted his head. "Yeah?"
"Will you tell me if you decide to meet him?" she asked, wishing she could hug him as though he were five years old again and make everything better. He'd had a horrible time adjusting to Paul's death.
"I guess so."
"You want to stay for dinner?" she asked.
"Nah. Jeremy's coming over to study. He's bringing pizza."
"Okay." Caryn had bought an old duplex near Kevin's college. They each had their own two-bedroom unit, his downstairs.
"How'd work go?" he asked.
"Good tips today."
"Was Venus there?"
"Yes." She grabbed a glass from the cupboard, turning away from him, keeping her frown to herself. Kevin's crush on the young waitress who worked with Caryn worried her. He didn't need another obsession in his life, and Venus was fast becoming one.
"Did she … say anything about me?"
"No." Caryn kept her voice upbeat and didn't ask questions.
"Okay." He started to leave but stopped, his hand on the doorknob. "What does he-" He frowned. "Do I look like him?"
She nodded. The similarities struck her anew. The same facial features, except eye color. And their hands-long fingers and broad palms. Close in height, too, although James had a man's body, while Kevin was still growing into his.
"Why did Dad choose this guy?"
"I don't know. I gather they knew each other, but I don't know what the connection was."
"Okay." He banged his open hand against the doorjamb. "Later."
After the front door shut she tried to find something mindless to do. She opened the refrigerator, stared inside it, then shut the door. She'd lost weight since Paul died, pounds she hadn't needed to lose. She should fix herself a meal, but she doubted she could eat more than a bite, anyway.
She walked across the slightly warped hardwood floor to where a portable phone hung on the charger base. She picked up the handset. After a minute she carefully returned it to the base. Who could she call? No one. Not until Kevin made a decision to acknowledge James. Until then she couldn't tell her mother, her brother or even her best friend.
She'd had such hope for this move back to her hometown. Some people thought she was clinging to Kevin, that she'd bought the duplex in order to keep him close instead of turning him loose as an independent adult. Maybe that was partly true. He'd had an even harder time than she had adjusting to Paul's death, yet he'd decided to attend Paul's alma mater, to major in criminal justice, like his father.
She worried that Paul's life philosophy was embedded in Kevin, that he would take as many risks, revel in them, actually. He already had the notion that the accident that ended Paul's life was intentional, even though law enforcement people from more than one agency had been involved in the investigation, and nothing they found indicated any hint of truth to Kevin's claim.
Lately Caryn had been wondering the same thing, if not worse.
She took a sip of water, letting go of her worries about Paul and focused on Kevin instead. She'd listened as friends and family advised her to let go of him, that it was time for him to spread his wings-and she'd ignored the advice, because she knew her son better than anyone else did, and she knew he wasn't ready to be cut loose yet. When he was, she would know. She hoped it would be soon, for both their sakes.
For now, however, her longtime curiosity about the man whose generosity had given her Kevin had been satisfied. He was tall, dark and handsome, and her son clearly resembled him. And the man was capable of keeping his temper under control, as witnessed by his demeanor toward her after she'd run into his bike. He was in a profession that required intelligence, cunning, quick-on-his-feet reaction-and a willingness to take risks, the part of Paul she'd had the hardest time dealing with through the years. With good reason, as she'd discovered.
Had Kevin also wondered about the man? She and Paul had never kept it secret that Kevin had been conceived by artificial insemination. But then, Paul had never mentioned James Paladin and the agreement. She understood, perhaps, why Paul had kept it from Kevin, but why hadn't he told her? If she hadn't found the letter of agreement, what would've happened? Would James have found Kevin and her instead, and accused them of not biding by the agreement?
If Kevin didn't contact the man within a certain amount of time, would he come looking? It wouldn't be too difficult for a competent private investigator to find out where they lived.
Maybe she would have to intervene, after all, if only to say that Kevin didn't want contact yet.
But she would give Kevin some time first. Just a little time. She hoped James would, too.
That same evening, James's doorbell rang. His gut clenched as he hurried downstairs and to the front door. Even after a twenty-year career dominated by anticipation, he was surprised at the almost staggering sense of expectation that surged through him every time the phone rang or someone came to the door. But then, this wasn't work related.
"I come bearing food," Cassie Miranda said as she shouldered her way past him, trailing a scent of basil and garlic.
He masked his disappointment-or relief, he wasn't sure-that an eighteen-year-old with maybe his own green eyes wasn't standing there instead. He wished he knew whether he was waiting for a boy or girl. "Did we have plans, Cass?"
She looked around. "Do you have company?"
"No."
"Heath is in Seattle. I got lonely."
He shut the door and followed her to the kitchen. "You've been engaged for three weeks and you've forgotten how to eat alone?"
"Amazing, isn't it?"
James knew why Cassie was there, and it had nothing to do with her fiancé being out of town. In the almost-year that James and Cassie had worked as investigators at ARC Security & Investigations, they, along with their boss, Quinn Gerard, had forged a friendship rare for such independent souls. They were the only people he'd told about what was happening in his life, what he was waiting for.