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Gabe

Book Six in the Steele Brothers Series

 

 

 

 

Cheryl Douglas

 

Copyright © by Cheryl Douglas

 

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Persons, places and other entities represented in this book are deemed to be fictitious. They are not intended to represent actual places or entities currently or previously in existence or any person living or dead. This work is the product of the author’s imagination.

 

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Gabe © 2016 Cheryl Douglas

 

 

Chapter One

Kendra

 

I was sitting on my front steps, watching my six-year-old proudly ride her tricycle up and down the street, occasionally taking one little hand off the handlebar to wave and give me that gap-toothed grin that melted my heart every time.

Just when I was basking in the glow of the warm sunshine coupled with an afternoon of nothing to do but hang out with my favorite little person, an unwelcome silver pick-up pulled into the drive, souring my mood instantly, the way only a stubborn, estranged husband can.

Jason would have been my ex-husband by now, if only he’d sign the damn divorce papers.

Charlene let out a squeal at the sight of her daddy, peddling as fast as her little legs would carry her back to our drive. “Daddy!”

I grit my teeth, reminding myself that her pleasure in seeing him was as justified as my displeasure at seeing him. He’d turned my whole world upside down when he decided to cheat on me eighteen months ago. But Charlene was too young to know or care that the daddy she adored was a liar and a cheat. Thank God for small favors.

“Hey, baby,” he said, scooping her up in his arms when she jumped off her tricycle. “How’s my pretty girl?” He swung her around in his arms.

“Look,” she said, opening her mouth wide. “I lost another tooth.”

“Well, will you look at that? You sure did. You think the tooth fairy will pay you a visit tonight?” he asked, walking over to me, our daughter resting on his hip.

“Mommy says she will. I just have to ’member to put the tooth under my pillow ’afore I go to sleep.”

The screen door was open and I heard the phone ring. I leaned back to listen to that monotone voice announce my parent’s number. “Hey, Nana must be calling. Why don’t you run in and grab it, sweetie?”

“Will you wait for me?” Char asked her dad.

It was a legitimate question, since he hadn’t been too reliable lately. As a firefighter, he claimed he was working extra shifts to make up for the child support he now had to pay, but I wasn’t buying it. I suspected he was spending time with some pretty little blonde, while pretending that putting his family back together was the only thing that mattered to him.

He had the rest of the world convinced he was one of the good guys, but I’d lived with him for seven years. I knew better.

“Sure will,” he said, setting her down so she could run to answer the call before voice mail beat her to it.

“What are you doing here?” I asked when I heard Char happily chatting with my mother about the latest hole in her mouth. “You know you can’t just stop by like this. I asked you to call first.”

Just like when we were together, Jason had a hard time taking my boundaries seriously. He thought because I’d taken his last name that it gave him certain rights where I was concerned. I thought he was delusional.

“I was just passing by and wanted to talk to you about this weekend,” he said, propping a running shoe on the bottom step, right beside my sandaled foot.

I’d tried to be more than fair about visitation, but since we didn’t have a formal agreement in place, Jason assumed his visits were fluid, meaning he could cancel them on a whim whenever he got a better offer.

“Let me guess. You have to work?”

Since Jason’s boss, Gabe Steele, lived right next door, I knew I could ask him about my estranged husband’s schedule, but Gabe had made it clear he didn’t intend to be drawn into our domestic dispute. He claimed it was because he considered Jason a friend, but I believed it was because he was fighting his attraction to me. Damn stubborn man. I seemed to be surrounded by them.

“Hey, don’t be like that,” he said, nudging my knee with his leg. “My job puts food on both our tables.”

I counted backwards from five, reminding myself I’d been working too hard on maintaining a positive mental attitude, for Char’s sake, to allow him to derail me. “You’re not the only one working, Jason. Any money you give me is for our daughter. As for keeping a roof over her head and food in her belly, that’s all me.”

He glanced up at the two-story brick house with the freshly painted porch and well-tended gardens. “Except the roof you’re keeping over our daughter’s head isn’t yours. It’s your parents.”

My parents owned a few rental houses and this one had been vacant when I told them I was leaving my husband. They’d insisted I move in until I adjusted to life as a single woman or decided to take my husband back. Knowing in my heart my marriage was over, I’d demanded a long-term lease and reasonable rent, refusing to move in unless they allowed me to pay them.

“I’ve told you before I’m not staying here for free.”

If Jason granted the divorce, he’d probably have to pay alimony. Yet another reason for him to drag his feet. My lawyer assured me he wouldn’t get away with it for much longer, but he didn’t know the man I’d married the way I did. When Jason made up his mind about something, no one was going to change it. And he’d convinced himself we were somehow better together than apart.

“Yeah, but your parents wouldn’t care whether or not you paid them a dime.” I heard the resentment lacing his words.

I was an only child and I’d always had a close relationship with my parents. Same went for Char, who rarely saw her paternal grandparents, since Jason’s relationship with his divorced parents was strained to say the least.

“You were saying something about this weekend?” I asked, ignoring the jibe. I just wanted him to be on his way so I could enjoy a rare afternoon off with our daughter. As a private nurse, my hours were unpredictable, and since I had to work more now than I had when Jason and I had been together, I tried to make every moment with Char count.

“Yeah, I can’t do Saturday. Something’s come up.”

He’d promised to take Char to the zoo, and she’d talked of little else for days. “You know she’s going to be disappointed, don’t you?”

My next door neighbor, a divorcee with two kids, one just a little older than Char, pulled her SUV into her drive, waving out the open window. She’d become my friend and babysitter in the year and a half since I’d moved in, and I honestly didn’t know what I’d do without her.

Her daughter, Maxine, bounded out of her booster seat as soon as her mom opened the door. “Can Char come over and play?” she asked, clutching her stuffed animal.

Before I could respond, Char returned, thrusting the cordless phone at me. “Nan wants to know if we can come over for dinner.”

Since I didn’t feel much like cooking tonight, I welcomed the offer. “Hey, Mom,” I said, holding the phone to my ear. “Can you hold on a sec?”

“Sure, hon,” she responded. “Someone’s ringing my doorbell anyhow. You take your time.”

“Hey,” my friend and neighbour, Lizzie, said, eyeing Jason warily. “Char’s more than welcome.”

Since the two girls were already making their way up the stairs, followed by Max’s older brother, I said, “Thanks, but she can’t stay long. We’re going to head over to my parents for dinner soon.” I’d promised to take Char for ice cream this afternoon, and I knew she wouldn’t let me forget. We’d have to settle on a small cup so as not to spoil her appetite.

“No worries,” Liz said, reaching into her vehicle for her purse and phone. “Just come get her whenever you’re ready.”

“Love you, baby,” Jason said to Char, just before she reached the door.

“Love you too.” She giggled, blowing him a dramatic kiss. “Don’t forget the zoo.”

Gabe stepped out onto his porch, took one look at us, and clearly thought about returning to the safety of his home. Coward.

“Hey, Chief,” Jason said, slipping his sunglasses up on his head.

Gabe had just been promoted to fire chief a couple of months ago and had confessed to me he was still getting used to his new post.

“Hey. guys,” he said, raising his hand. “I was just going to cut my lawn.” He rubbed the scruff on his jaw before slipping his own sunglasses into place after our eyes met and lingered. “I’ll, uh, start on the backyard though. Don’t want to interrupt your chat.”

Gabe had been trying to convince me I owed it to my daughter to give Jason another chance, even though it was obvious we had serious chemistry. I didn’t want my ex. I wanted him, but he was either too blind or too noble to see that. Either way, it was really starting to piss me off.

“No need, we’re done here.” I glared at Jason. “Don’t worry about the weekend. I’ll take her to the zoo myself.”

“I’ll make it up to her,” he promised, walking backward toward his truck. “I’ll call you. We’ll set something up.”

I wasn’t holding my breath. “Hello,” I said into the receiver while Jason waved good-bye to his boss. “Sorry about that, Mom. We’d love to come to dinner. Can I bring anything?”

“Just your sweet selves.” Her usual reply. “We’ll sit down around six, but come over whenever you like. Char can help me pick some veggies from the garden for the salad. You know how much she loves that.”

“Sure,” I said, checking my watch. “We should be there around five if that’s okay.”

“Perfect. See you then, honey.”

Gabe was leaning against one of two large pillars flanking his porch, ostensibly checking his phone, when I looked up.

“Hey, Chief,” I said, smiling. “I was just going in to get some lemonade. You want some?”

He gave me that half-smile that always made my breath come a little quicker. “Sure, I’d love some,” he said, walking down the few steps leading to his walkway. “Thanks.”

By the time I returned with the glasses a few minutes later, Gabe had made himself comfortable on the porch swing he claimed to love. He swore a porch swing was his next D.I.Y. project, but he never seemed to get around to it.

Between work, his large family, and impressive social network, he always had somewhere to be. Or maybe he was trying to limit his time at home to avoid me and the attraction that had been building between us for months.

It started out as an innocent friendship when I moved in. I confided in him about my marriage. He confided in me about how much he hated the dating scene and the fact that he was a little envious of the solid relationships his brothers had built.

I wanted the same thing he did: someone to love and trust, but he refused to believe I could be that person for him. Since he’d convinced himself my love and loyalty belonged to the father of my child, he’d tried to keep our relationship light and fun, but it wasn’t working. At least not for me. The more time I spent with him, the more I wanted from our time together.

“Thanks for the lemonade,” he said, holding up the glass I’d passed to him when I sat down beside him. “It’s hotter than hell out here today, isn’t it?”

“Are we really going to talk about the weather, Gabe?”

Last time we’d talked, I’d worked up the courage to suggest we go out for dinner and he’d made up a lame excuse about being busy for the next several weeks, helping one of his brothers with a renovation project during his down time.

“You looked kind of upset when Jason left,” he said, clearly trying to remind me of the man he wouldn’t let me forget. “Everything okay?”

“Jason is… just being Jason.” I was making a concerted effort not to badmouth him or anyone else. I didn’t like the spiral of negativity I’d found myself in after the affair and I was actively trying to make conscious choices to help me become the happy, upbeat person I’d been before we met. “He promised to take Char to the zoo on the weekend. But now, he says he can’t make it.”

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