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“Did you know he was married?” Dani asked, then shook her head. “Never mind. I have a piece of advice for you. I doubt you’ll take it, but here it is. If he’ll cheat
with
you, he’ll cheat
on
you.” She turned back to Hugh. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am
I wasted so much of my life on you. You weren’t worth it.”

She walked out of the office. “Let’s go,” she told Cal.

“I want to hit him.”

“I appreciate that, but I think I’ll clobber him financially, instead. I was going to be fair and kind during the divorce. Not anymore.”

He reached for her hand and felt her trembling. “I’m sorry.”

“Me, too.”

Hugh rolled into the hallway. “Dani, I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

She stopped and looked back at him. “How did you want me to find out, Hugh? What’s the best way to tell your wife that you want a divorce so you can screw someone else? You should have told me the truth. I would have been angry but I wouldn’t have thought you were such an asshole.”

She walked away.

“Dani! Come back.”

She shook her head and kept walking.

“Just one punch,” Cal said.

“Thanks, but no. It’s fine.” They reached the stairs and she hurried down them. “This is good. I’d actually been wondering what I could have done to make things better between us. I won’t be doing that anymore.”

They reached the outside. Dani stopped walking and covered her face with her hands. “My whole life totally sucks. I don’t have a career or a marriage. I hate this.”

He pulled her close and let her cry against him. “Things will get better.”

“When? I want a date. Tell me when.”

He stroked her hair. “I’m sorry, Dani. I don’t know. But soon.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah.”

“P
OOR KID
,” Penny said. “I can’t believe Hugh was cheating. I always thought he was a decent guy.”

“We all thought that,” Cal told her. “Guess we were wrong.”

“It’s good you didn’t hit him. I don’t care how strong he is, he’s in a wheelchair and you’re a big, burly guy. No way you would have won that in court.”

Cal shrugged and she could see he didn’t much care about the ramifications of his actions. Someone he cared about was hurt and he wanted to lash out.

Funny how she’d never noticed that about him when they’d been married. She’d never seen his protective streak for what it was. Instead of appreciating what he was trying to do and looking for compromise, she’d rebelled against what she’d thought was unreasonable behavior.

She sank lower into the chair and closed her eyes as he continued to push his thumbs into the ball of her right foot.

“You’re really good at this,” she said, enjoying the massage. “I spend my life standing. Most of the time I don’t mind it but lately I’ve been in some serious pain.”

“You’re pregnant.”

She opened one eye and smiled. “I’d heard that rumor. Where did you learn to do foot massage? One of the many women you dated after our divorce? Or did you know it while we were married and keep the information from me?”

“I took a class on the Internet,” he joked. “Just relax and enjoy.”

“I might have to make moany noises.”

“Have at it.”

She gave herself up to the slow, steady massage. There was something erotic about having Cal rub her bare foot. Or maybe it was the fact that when he concentrated on her toes, her heel seemed to end up pressing against his—

Don’t go there, she told herself. Not tonight. Maybe not ever. There hadn’t been a repeat performance—no surprise, given the emotional roller coaster they’d been on for the past few weeks.

In some ways they were getting along better than ever. In other ways, he was more of a stranger than she could imagine. Neither of which kept her from lying awake in bed at night and wishing he were with her.

“When is Dani moving out?” she asked, as much to distract herself as to get the information.

“As soon as she can find a place. Hugh gets the apartment. It’s handicapped accessible.”

“She can live here while she’s looking.”

Cal’s hands stopped moving. She opened her eyes again.

“What?” she asked.

“You’d offer that?”

“Sure. I have a second bedroom.” She waved at her cozy duplex. “She needs some time to regroup and I don’t need the other bedroom until the baby gets here.” She smiled. “Plus, she’ll probably be so grateful, she’ll help me paint when she leaves.”

“I think it’s a good idea. I offered to let her stay with me, but she didn’t want to.”

Penny wrinkled her nose. “It would be too much like moving back home. I would move in with a friend way before I would go live with one of my sisters. I would hate the daily reminder I hadn’t turned out like them.”

He put down her right foot and reached for her left. After pulling off her sock, he rolled up her jeans. “You don’t still worry about that, do you?” he asked.

Penny relaxed and gave herself over to the stroking pressure of his fingers on her heel.

“Sometimes. Before I figured out I wanted to be a chef, I was a complete failure. I flunked out of college.” She winced at the thought. “I lived two years of my life in Pullman thinking I could become a vet. Like I could ever pass those science classes.”

“But you regrouped and moved to Seattle.”

“Oh, right. I moved away from Spokane because my parents were done supporting my various screw-ups. For the first month, I was so broke, I slept in my car.”

“All the more reason to be proud of what you’ve become.”

“You’re right. My parents are excited about my
career.” If not the baby, she thought. No, that wasn’t fair. They were happy to have another grandchild.

“You should invite them out,” Cal said.

She opened her eyes and stared at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Why not? They can see you at the restaurant, see the city.”

“Oh, right. Because I need more going on in my life. Don’t you dare say anything to them, either.”

He grinned. “We don’t talk much these days.”

“I guess not. As it is, my mother is going to come out when I have the baby.” That might be good, what with Naomi talking about leaving. “Families. Who thought up the concept?”

“You love your parents,” he said. “You know you do.”

She nodded. “They’re great. I love my sisters, too. I wish they weren’t so perfect, but I can handle it.”

Cal moved to the ball of her foot and dug in with his thumbs. “I’m going to have to talk to Dani about her father.”

“The whole not being a Buchanan thing?”

“Yes. She told me she wants to have a heart to heart with Gloria and find out the real reason she hasn’t been promoted. The conversation isn’t going to go well.”

“It’s better that she hears it from you instead of Gloria. Dani knows how much you care.”

He shrugged. “I accept that, but I still don’t want to be the one to tell her. It’s going to hurt her and she
doesn’t need any more pain right now. I’m going to try to hold her off a week or so. Let her get settled.”

“Don’t wait too long.”

“I won’t.”

His cell phone rang. He grabbed for it with an eagerness that told her he’d been waiting. To find out if he was a match, she thought, as he glanced at the display.

“It’s Tracy,” he said before he pushed the talk button and said, “Hello?”

She looked at him and saw the worry in his dark eyes. Then his mouth curved and she knew even before he hung up.

“I’m a match!” he said with a grin. “Nearly a perfect one. I’ve got to get through some tests, but I’m healthy, so we’re going to assume we can go through with this. I can save her.”

And because she knew how much that meant to him, she put her confusion aside.

“I’m glad,” she said honestly, then leaned forward and hugged him. “Let’s celebrate. We can’t go out for a drink, but we can go eat. Or you drink and I’ll watch.”

“No liquor for me,” he said. “I want to be healthy. Let’s go get a salad.”

She laughed. “I can’t believe you actually said that.”

“Me, either.”

She smiled and squeezed his arms. “Let’s call the whole family and have them join us. Everyone will want to know.”

“Great idea.”

He reached for his cell phone.

As he contacted Reid, Walker and Dani, Penny put on her shoes and socks. Cal was such a good man—caring, determined. He was a good father to Lindsey. But his heart seemed to stop there. No one new got in. Which meant only a fool would expect him to change.

But as he laughed with Reid, she found herself wishing things had been different. That he could have let her in, that they could have stayed together and made a family of their own.

T
HERE WERE A FINITE NUMBER
of high schools in the Seattle area and Walker had been lucky enough to find Ben on the first try. His friend had attended West Seattle High School his sophomore year. There had been seven Ashleys in his grade and nearly thirty attending the school that year.

After making a list of them, Walker spent some time on the Internet, tracking down marriages, name changes and locations. Several had moved away. Ben’s last physical contact had been right before he’d shipped off to Afghanistan, which meant any Ashleys moving more than eighteen months ago could be eliminated. Anyone married longer than that same period could also be taken off the list. Which still left him with eleven women.

The first, Ashley Beauman, lived in Bellevue, just east of Lake Washington. He turned onto the residential street shortly after ten on Tuesday morning. While he doubted he would find Ashley home, he could at least find her house and come back later.

But when he pulled up there was a car in the driveway and several toys on the front yard. Toys for
small children. Either Ashley had been keeping secrets from Ben or this wasn’t the right one.

Walker parked and climbed out of his X5. He stepped over a tricycle on his way to the front door.

A tall blond woman answered on the first ring. She looked frazzled and had a toddler on her hip.

“Yes?”

Walker had deliberately dressed casually. He smiled and introduced himself, then quickly explained he was looking for someone who had known a friend of his in the marines.

“I don’t remember anyone named Ben in high school,” the woman said, shifting her child to her other hip. “Was he in the same grade?”

“One year ahead of you.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and brought out the two pictures. The first showed Ben in high school and the second had been taken four months ago at their base camp.

She studied them, then shook her head. “Sorry. I don’t know him.” Then she frowned. “Why me?”

“His girlfriend’s name was Ashley.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You’re kidding. You’re going to talk to every Ashley who went to high school with this guy?”

“Until I find her.”

“Good luck with that.” She hesitated. “Your friend died, didn’t he?”

Walker nodded.

“I’m sorry. I hope you find her.”

“I will.”

“I’
LL BE FINE
,” Cal said. “I get to sleep through everything. Lindsey’s the one with the tough job.”

Penny nodded. She’d done a little research on the Internet and knew he was telling the truth. Cal would wake up with a few bruises, facing two or three days of recovery. Lindsey was in for a much rougher time as her body dealt with the new bone marrow.

“Are you sorry you put off meeting her?” she asked.

“No. Lindsey has enough to deal with right now. I want her to focus on getting better. She can meet me later.”

Several members of the hospital staff came into the room. “It’s time,” the nurse said.

“Okay.” Penny bent down and kissed Cal. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine.”

“I know.”

He squeezed her hand. “Thanks.”

She waited until they wheeled him out, then she joined Reid in the waiting room.

“Some belly you got there,” he said when he saw her.

She smiled. “Gee, thanks.”

He patted the cushion next to him in the colorful, plant-filled room. “Just trying to distract you. There’s no reason to worry.”

“So everyone keeps saying. I’m not worried. Not exactly.”

“Then what?”

“I don’t know. This is all so strange. Three months ago I hadn’t spoken with Cal in ages and now…”

“Now you’re in a hospital waiting for him to have a simple procedure that may save the life of a child you never knew about?”

“That’s a very nice summary.”

Reid leaned back in the sofa and picked up a paper cup of coffee. “Does his willingness to help Lindsey make you mad?”

She considered the question. “Not mad. I want her to be fine. And there was never any choice. Cal’s a good man. Of course he would do this.”

“But?”

“But…why wasn’t he like this with me?”

“When you lost the baby?”

She nodded. Why hadn’t he cared more? Why hadn’t he been willing to open his heart to their child? “There’s so much he didn’t tell me, so much he wouldn’t say. He’s not very forthcoming, emotionally.”

“Does that matter?”

It shouldn’t. She and Cal weren’t together. Not in that way. And yet…

“I don’t have an answer,” she said. “Let’s change the subject.”

“Okay. We could talk about how good-looking I am.”

“There’s a topic that could fill hours.”

He smiled smugly. “Yes, it could. It’s also one of my favorites. You start.”

She laughed. “No, thanks. Have you talked to Naomi lately? She’s been off doing stuff. I haven’t seen her much.”

“She and Walker were in the bar a couple of weeks ago. I haven’t seen them since.”

“I know she has a lot on her mind. She’s mentioned she might be leaving.” Penny thought about what Naomi had told her about having a family back in Ohio. “I understand she had a life before she came here, but I don’t want her to go. Gee, suddenly everything seems to be about me.” She sighed. “I’ll miss her.”

“She’s been a good friend to you.”

“I know. You’re great, too, but you don’t do the girl stuff really well. You never want to talk about pedicures.”

“Or body waxing.”

Penny smiled. “That, too.”

Dani walked into the waiting room. “Has he already gone in?”

“A few minutes ago,” Reid said as he stood. “How’s my baby sister?”

“I’ve been better, but I’m surviving.” Dani hugged Reid, then smiled at Penny. “So, is that offer still open?”

“Sure. You want to come be my roommate?”

Dani sank down in Reid’s seat and nodded. “If you don’t mind. I need to get out of the apartment as soon as I can.”

“How about right now? We can go get a key made while Cal’s still under anesthesia and you can move your stuff this afternoon. I’m going to be staying with him for a couple of days so you’d have the house to yourself while you settle.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. It’ll be fun.”

“Okay, then I say yes. I appreciate this so much.”

Penny stood. “Reid, call me if anything happens. I have my cell on.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Moving back in together. That’s interesting.”

“Oh, please. The man is having bone marrow sucked out of his hip. He’s going to have bruises the size of Utah and feel like he was hit by a truck. I don’t think you have to worry about anything happening.”

Unfortunately.

C
AL TRIED
to get comfortable on the chair, but it wasn’t happening.

“If you’d take the Tylenol, like the doctor said, you wouldn’t be suffering,” Penny called from down the hall.

He shook his head. How the hell had she known he was in pain? Women were a mystery.

“I’m fine,” he yelled back.

“You’re lying.”

He heard footsteps on the hardwood floor of the hallway, then she stuck her head in the living room. “I’m getting you the pills right now and I’m going to loom over you until you take them. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She grinned. “Respect. I like that. Be right back.”

When she returned, she was true to her word, standing over him until he’d dutifully swallowed the two pills.

“I wrote down the time so we’ll know when you can take more,” she said.

“I’m perfectly fine.”

She put her hands on her hips, which tightened her shirt around her growing belly. “Oh, please. You have massive bruises on your hips, along with what looked like six hundred puncture marks.”

“It’s not that many. Compared with what Lindsey has to go through, this is nothing.”

Penny sank down onto the sofa across from his chair. “I know. I spoke with her mom for a few minutes while you were still recovering. Lindsey’s pretty wrecked from the chemo.”

Cal didn’t doubt it. The kid was in for a brutal process. First chemotherapy destroyed Lindsey’s bone marrow, then she received an IV with his. Over the next few weeks, while her immune system was compromised, she would be kept isolated from the world. She would also battle what would feel like the worst flu of her life for that same period of time.

“I’ve popped onto the Internet and read about the procedure,” Penny said. “There’s a really good chance your bone marrow will cure her leukemia.”

“I hope so.”

“I wish there was more I could do,” she said.

“You’re here. I appreciate that.”

“You should. I’ll have you know I don’t normally make cooking house calls, but I’m making an exception for you. We’ll be dining on all your favorites.”

His stomach rumbled. “Meat loaf?” He hadn’t had Penny’s meat loaf since before the divorce.

“Tonight. Then tomorrow, my very twisted Thai lasagna.”

“Won’t you be at the restaurant? We can’t both be gone that long.”

“I’ll be going back and forth,” she said. “Naomi’s there, not to worry. Want to watch sports on TV?”

“No thanks.”

“Hmm, do you have a fever?”

He smiled. “Reid’s the sports guy. Did you unpack?”

“Yes. The guest room is lovely. I’m going out on a limb and saying you didn’t decorate it yourself.”

“Dani helped. She picked out the colors and the linens and the furniture. I did the labor.”

She glanced around the living room. “The house is great.”

“Paid for by the coffee drinkers of the Pacific Northwest.”

“We do love our coffee.”

She looked out the living room windows at the view of downtown. “You did good, Cal. You started with nothing and you created an empire. You should be proud of yourself.”

“Thanks.”

She turned back to him. “I get it now—the need to go out and make something happen on your own, but when you first left the restaurant business, I thought you were leaving me.”

“What are you talking about?” How could she have thought that?

“It’s hard to explain. We had a whole life that revolved around being awake when most of the world was asleep. We talked about the same kind of problems
with customers and staffs and bosses. Then, suddenly, you wanted out. You became one of them, working nine to five.” She shrugged. “I guess that sounds really strange. But at the time, I felt abandoned.”

“I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I wanted to get away from Gloria and her constant monitoring of my life. I was tired of the threats, the ugliness.”

“I know,” Penny said. Funny how with the passage of time a lot of things became more clear. “I wish I’d been more supportive.”

Cal shook his head. “Don’t. You were great.”

“You don’t know how angry I was with you.”

He looked surprised. “You’re right. You hid it from me.”

“Not my finest moment. I thought you’d change your mind and come back.”

“You thought I’d fail.”

Guilt made her uncomfortable. “Maybe.”

“I should have explained more to you,” he said. “I was embarrassed to. I thought you’d think less of me.”

Maybe it was the pain, or knowing his daughter was dangerously ill. Maybe it was the time they’d spent together, but Cal was vulnerable in a way she’d never seen him before.

“I loved you,” she said. “I would have done anything for you.”

“I know.” His dark gaze settled on her face. “You deserved better than the little I had to give. I wish…I wish I’d been honest with you. Lindsey felt like such a big secret. I knew telling you about her would
change everything. I should have trusted you to be able to handle it.”

Something warm and squishy enveloped her heart. She wanted to be in Cal’s arms and have him hold her close. She wanted them to go to bed and make love until the sun came up.

Either he was thinking the same thing or he read the invitation in her eyes. He stood and held out his hand.

She rose and walked to him. As she reached for him, he pulled her close. His arms went around her, she put her hands on his waist and he kissed her.

The contact was as erotic as it was familiar. She closed her eyes as he brushed his lips against hers, generating heat and need and sparks. Within seconds her breasts were swollen and sensitive and her thighs had begun to tremble.

“What is it about you?” he asked before he swept his tongue against her bottom lip.

Rather than answering, she opened to accept him. As he pushed inside and they began an intimate dance, he cupped her head as if to hold her in place.

Had she been able to form coherent thoughts, she would have told him she wasn’t going anywhere. She wanted him too much. Wanted this. Funny how in all the time they’d been apart she’d managed to do fairly nicely with only a minimum of sexual contact, but now, with him, she felt weak with desire.

He drew back and nipped on her bottom lip, then kissed her jaw. As he moved to her neck, he shifted and instantly stiffened.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing.”

Somehow the tightness of his mouth and the shadows of pain in his eyes told her differently.

She stepped back. “What was I thinking? You’re just out of the hospital a couple of hours ago. They used your hips as pincushions and sucked out quarts of bone marrow. Sit down right now.”

He shook his head. “No. Let’s keep going.”

He took her hand and brought it to his groin. He was hard and when she touched him, he flexed against her fingers.

She knew that she was already wet and swollen, but none of that mattered.

“Cal, be serious. You’ve just had general anesthetic. You’re weak, tired and this is the last thing you should be doing.”

He stared into her eyes. She looked back, letting him see the need inside of her.

“Rain check,” she whispered, as she kissed him. “I promise.”

“No. We can do this.”

“Right. Because you whimpering in pain is really sexy.”

“I don’t whimper.”

“I know. You’re a big strong guy who right now needs a nap. Alone.”

He picked up her hand and kissed her palm. “I want you.”

Words to make a pregnant woman dance with
delight. “I want you, too. We’ll do something about it real soon. I promise.”