with relief.
During the meal, he did his best to engage the children in small talk, following her lead. He managed a joke or two, teased Emily about her milk mustache, and tousled Joshâs hair twice.
But nothing worked. Both of the children picked at their food. Even their fries were hardly touched.
After it was clear theyâd eaten as much as they were going to, Cate and Clay gathered up the remains of the lunch. As Clay slipped back into the booth after disposing of the trash, arching an eyebrow in her direction, she laid her hands on the table, palms up. âLetâs all hold hands for a minute, okay?â Signaling to Clay, she wiggled the fingers of one hand in his direction and extended her other hand toward Emily, who sat beside her.
Clay immediately enfolded her fingers in his. Despite the serious nature of this tête-à -tête, his strong, sure touch played havoc with her metabolism. But this wasnât about her. Or them, she reminded herself. This was about helping the children. She needed to focus.
And Emilyâs hand creeping into hers helped her do that.
Smiling down at the little girl, Cate gave her an encouraging squeeze. Josh had taken Clayâs hand, too, and the children also reached across the table and linked fingers. The four pairs of hands formed a lopsided circle on the Formica top.
âThatâs better, isnât it? It always makes me happy to hold hands with people I love.â Cate said the last word without thinking, and her cheeks grew warm. Risking a quick peek in Clayâs direction, she couldnât tell if the emotion in his eyes was residual angerâor something different but equally powerful.
Fixing her gaze on the children, Cate focused on them. âItâs also easier to talk about things youâre worried about if you hold hands. Uncle Clay told me your grandfather came to visit today. Are you worried about that?â
A sniffle preceded Emilyâs answer. âDo we have to go with him?â Her question came out in a tremulous whisper.
Though Cate was far better at dealing with situations like this than he was, Clay knew it wasnât fair to let her handle the toughquestions. So he stepped in, doing his best to imitate her gentle, encouraging inflection. âIâm going to do everything I can to make sure you donât. I want you to stay with me. Would you like that?â
âYes. We donât like him. Heâs scary,â Emily responded.
Clay could empathize, but he wanted to hear their version. âHow come?â
âHe used to come and visit sometimes. But he wasnât very nice. And he never smiled. He told me if I wasnât a good girl, Iâd go to hell.â
âHe said in hell, people burn. I donât want to burn.â Joshâs words quavered as he added his recollections.
Once more, Clayâs fury escalated. To instill fear into two innocent children too young to know the meaning of the word bad was no less than criminal. But Cateâs gentle warning squeeze of his fingers helped him stifle his anger as he struggled to maintain a placid expression.
âYou arenât going to go to hell, Josh,â Clay assured him. âAnd you arenât going to go to live with your grandfather, either, if I can help it.â
âBut what if he comes b-back?â Emilyâs voice caught on the last word.
Based on his fatherâs parting words, Clay suspected that was a probable scenario. But he didnât plan to let the old man have the children. Period.
âYou live with me,â he told Josh and Emily in a firm tone. âAnd your grandfather lives far away. You donât need to worry about him coming back very often. If he does, Iâll be here to keep you safe.â
It was a promise Clay intended to keep, and he said it with sufficient conviction to ease the childrenâs tension.
âWe like it here with you,â Josh told him, and Emily bobbed her
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