Authors: Rhiannon Frater
Dead Spots
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Dedicated with much love to Annie and Valentina.
Special thanks to my husband for his encouragement throughout the process of writing this novel.
Also eternal gratitude to Janet Rogers, Tim Kirk, Kody Boye, Alexia Purdy, Lori Parker, Erin Hayes, Emily Goodwin, and Amy Fournier for being such outstanding beta readers and helping me refine my vision.
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CONTENTS
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The crib was full of hopes and dreams.
Standing at her husband's side, Mackenzie Babin stared at the display of baby shower gifts: onesies covered in dinosaurs, cartoon animals, and trucks; soft mittens to keep the baby from scratching his delicate skin; miniature shoes in various styles; socks in many colors; and a variety of soft, plushy toys in bright hues.
Tucking a dark lock of hair behind one ear, Mackenzie cocked her head and grinned at her husband. “Impressive, huh?”
Leaning his elbows on the rail of the crib, Tanner replied in awe, “That's some haul. Wow!”
The hour was late, and the last of the guests had just departed, leaving the couple to admire the beautiful and overwhelming display of the generosity of their family and friends. Instead of a regular baby shower, all their family, friends, and a few coworkers were invited to a big barbecue. Tanner relished hanging out over the pit cooking the meat and drinking beer with the men while Mackenzie enjoyed the baby shower games in the living room. It worked out well for both of them.
“We got everything on the list. I told you it wasn't a lame idea to register for baby gifts.” Mackenzie teasingly jabbed her husband in the ribs.
“I thought after we nailed the friends and family for all those wedding gifts last year they'd be kinda scrimpy on the baby stuff. Boy, was I wrong. They came through in spades!”
“That'll teach you to listen to me.”
“Oh, I listen, honey. I just forget that you're way smarter than me.”
“And much prettier,” she said, poking at his vanity.
“Oh, no. I
know
I'm way prettier than you!”
The soft light from the Winnie-the-Pooh lamp highlighted Tanner's razor-sharp cheekbones and finely shaped lips, features Mackenzie hoped her son would inherit from his father. Her husband's strong bone structure and dark hair were attributes from his grandmother, a member of the Caddo Tribe. Like many in Louisiana, the Babin family was a mix of many ethnicities.
“Seriously, Mac, this makes the baby even more real. I mean, you're as big as a houseâ”
“Hey!”
“âbut this makes this whole parent thing feel even more legit. We've got stuff! Baby stuff!”
“You're so drunk.” Mackenzie rolled her eyes, but his excitement pleased her.
“I had ⦠uh ⦠eight beers. I am a little toasty.” Tanner winked. “Just a little.”
“Right. Just a little my ass.”
“A proud pa-to-be has every right to get a bit plastered in celebration of his future son. And, boy, we've got a lot to celebrate.”
“I couldn't agree more, Tanner. It's wonderful.”
Just two years ago Mackenzie had been a lonely single woman wondering if she'd ever find love. Now she was blissfully in the honeymoon stage of her marriage and joyously awaiting her firstborn son. How had so much changed in just two short years?
Straightening, Tanner cuddled her close. His job as a construction worker made him lean and hard and she loved the way his body felt against hers. Of course, she was anything but lean. She was soft and round. At eight months pregnant, her baby bump was enormous under her pale pink dress. Right after their guests had departed after the baby shower, she had kicked off her flats to give her feet a rest. She felt as if every part of her body was swollen and puffy, but she didn't care. It was all worth it to know that soon she would be holding her infant son in her arms.
Tanner affectionately kneaded her aching lower back with his strong calloused fingertips. One of the things Mackenzie loved about Tanner was his demonstrative nature. She'd grown up starved for physical attention, and he lavished her with it. Her husband couldn't walk through a room without giving her a little kiss or a quick hug.
“I have to say, babe, this is awesome. I won't have to worry about getting more overtime to afford buying stuff for our boy.”
“Well, you
are
spoiled rotten, you know. Favorite son and all that. Of course your family is going to spoil the baby, too!”
“Only son and youngest,” Tanner corrected, winking. He was the golden child of his family. His five older sisters adored him, and as far as his mother and father were concerned, he could do no wrong. It made him a little arrogant, but Mackenzie ignored this flaw. “Mom's dying to get her hands on baby Joshua, and Pa is already planning fishing trips with him. All the sisters are lining up for babysitting duty. We've got it made when it comes to family.”
Since her father abandoned her mother when she was pregnant, Mackenzie didn't know her father's family, and relations with her mother's were always strained. Mackenzie was glad her son would have Tanner's family to love and support him while he grew up. A close-knit family was not something she'd experienced in her childhood.
Noticing her silence, Tanner added, “It's a shame Estelle couldn't make tonight.”
Tanner's attempt to sound sincere failed miserably. Of course, he was also a little tipsy from all the beers he'd drank during the barbecue, so his usual determination to like Mackenzie's very difficult mother was ebbing under the influence of alcohol. As soon as he'd met Estelle, they'd clashed. When Mackenzie had eloped with Tanner to Las Vegas, Estelle hadn't spoken to her for nearly a month.
“It's the obsessive-compulsive thing. You know how difficult it is for her to leave the ranch in someone else's hands. She's convinced something horrible will happen if she leaves.”
Mackenzie had anticipated her mother not traveling to Louisiana for her only child's baby shower, but it still hurt to not have anyone from her side of the family in attendance. While some aspects of Estelle's disorder made her horse ranch very successful, her paranoia had infused Mackenzie with a good dose of self-doubt and anxiety. Mackenzie vowed to not be the same kind of mother as Estelle. Her son wouldn't be subject to constant fear and anxiety. He'd know love and stability.
“Too bad she doesn't have it like that guy on that one show. A total neat freak.” It was difficult for Tanner to understand her dysfunctional childhood when his had been so great. Mackenzie gave him a lot of credit for trying to grasp the crippling power of her mother's anxieties.
But he still had no idea.
“The neat freaks are much more entertaining to Hollywood. They ignore the hoarders and the people with extreme rituals,” Mackenzie said with a shrug.
“Like your mom doing that thing with the keys?” Tanner lifted an eyebrow.
“Yeah, exactly.” One of her mother's most irritating rituals was to lock and unlock the outside doors exactly three times before leaving home. She was also notorious for turning back halfway to her destination to make sure the front door was locked despite the repetition rite.
“At least you're not like that! You're all normal and shit. Just like me.” Tanner nuzzled her cheek lovingly. “Totally amazingly normal. That's us. Married, having babies, building a life. Isn't it freakin' exciting?”
“Definitely. Without a doubt.” His exuberance amused and pleased her. It helped alleviate the tiny knot of anxiety that always haunted her.
“You know what else I'm excited about, Mac?” her husband asked, releasing her so he could bend over the rail.
“I'm afraid to ask.”
“This!” Tanner held up a small Dallas Cowboys outfit. “He's wearing this home from the hospital. Show his allegiance right off the bat!”
“Honey, you're in Louisiana. You're going to get our kid lynched for not supporting the Saints.”
“Babe, how many times must I remind you that the Dallas Cowboys are
America's
team? Besides, you're Texan. Shouldn't you be supporting your home state?”
“You know my mom bought that just to piss off your family, right?”
“And instead, she made me very happy. Ironic, huh?” Tanner kissed her one more time, then snatched up a plushy toy football from the gifts. Tossing it into the air, he pretended to run for a touchdown, ducking around Mackenzie and darting for the doorway. He made an extravagant show of crossing the threshold and dancing as he mimicked the sound of a cheering crowd.
Rubbing the tiny protrusion just below her rib cage, Mackenzie smiled contentedly. She was sure it was a little foot. “You know you're crazy, right?”
“Crazy for you and baby Joshua.” Tanner tossed the football into the crib and snagged her wrist. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her lovingly. “I've got everything I ever wanted right here in my arms. My life is fuckin' perfect.”
Guiding his hand to the raised bump on her belly, Mackenzie gazed tenderly at him. “I think it's his foot.”
“That's the moneymaker right there. When he's a Cowboy, oh, yeah, that foot is gonna make his old man proud!”
“You know, he could end up being a baseball player.”
“Hush, woman! No cursing our future quarterback.” Kneeling before her, Tanner took her belly between his hands and pressed his lips against the softness of her dress. “Joshua, this is your old man. You don't listen to your mama. You're gonna be a football player like your pa was in high school. But don't blow out your knee doing stupid shit like I did.”
“Words of wisdom to our infant son,” Mackenzie said, rolling her eyes.
“Well, skateboarding drunk isn't the smartest thing I've ever done.”
“I'm not too sure how smart barbecuing drunk was tonight.”
“I only set that one patch of grass on fire,” Tanner said petulantly. “It was a
small
fire.”
Tanner liked to drink, but it didn't bother Mackenzie. Tanner was not a mean drunk. When sober, he was friendly to everyone he met. When he had a few drinks in him, he was everyone's best friend. Tanner's mom always called him her overgrown boy, and it was a pretty accurate description. To Tanner, life was fun and full of friends. It was a refreshing difference from her mother's dreary outlook on life. Until Tanner sauntered into her life, she'd been working at her mother's ranch as a bookkeeper with very little social life. His charismatic grin and flirtatious manner had unnerved her at first, but she'd soon fallen hopelessly in love with him. He inspired her to believe in happy endings.