Mad About You (39 page)

Forcing herself to pull away, she turned her back to him. "Chad and I were finally making progress, and I blew it." She pressed her lips together. "To top it off, I knocked his Nintendo down the stairs and broke it, and he thinks I did it on purpose."

He was silent behind her for a few seconds, then asked, "Did you?"

She turned back to him. "How could you ask that?"

He put his hands on his hips and averted his gaze. "All I'm saying is I wouldn't blame you if you did throw it down the stairs. You've been under a lot of pressure—"

"And it's obvious I can't handle it, is that what you're saying?"

"I didn't mean it like that," he said, his voice taking on a soothing tone.

"What kind of mother do you think I am?" she snapped. Then, holding up one hand, she added, "No, don't answer that." She turned and headed toward the bathroom.

He followed her, grunting in frustration. "Ginny, I think under the circumstances you're doing a great job."

She reached
for
a tissue.
"You
didn't want the police involved the other night."

He shrugged. "He's a confused kid in new surroundings—I was going to cut him some slack."

"So I was the bad guy."

Sighing, he shook his head. "No one saw it that way."

"Chad did."

"I'll talk to him." He swung his arm wide, encompassing the broken pieces of the game in the foyer floor. "I'll talk to him about all of this."

Bailey to the rescue.
After blowing her nose, she took a deep breath and said, "No, I need to handle this."

"It sounds as if he's too upset right now to listen to you. He might say things he doesn't mean."

She wavered. Bailey was right on one count. She didn't want to keep building on Chad’s hurt and anger. "Maybe I should let him cool off."

"I came over early to invite myself to dinner." His smile was tentative. "Let's all try to relax for a few hours. I thought we could grill out—I still make a mean garbage burger." He wagged his dark eyebrows.

Virginia couldn't help laughing. Back when money was tight and their meals had consisted mostly of hamburger, they'd resorted to adding leftovers to ground meat patties for variety. On any given night they might have eaten mashed potato burgers or pork and bean burgers. Bailey had dubbed them "garbage burgers," and had eaten them with relish.

"I think I have a container of broccoli in the fridge," she teased, wiping the last of her tears.

He made a face. "I was afraid of that, so I stopped on the way and picked up steaks."

Her stomach growled. The idea of a backyard barbecue suddenly seemed appealing, and she tried not to analyze her relief that Bailey seemed to be more himself than he had been the last few days. "I need to run down to the corner for a few groceries." She nodded in the direction of the back door and smiled. "He's eating me out of house and home."

"Why don't you go and I'll get the grill started?" His voice softened. "I'll feel him out, then you can talk to
him
when you get back. By that time he'll probably be more settled."

Unable to argue with his logic, Virginia nodded and picked up her purse. "I'll be back in a few minutes." To be honest, she was looking forward to a few minutes alone and away from the house to help clear her head.

* * *

Bailey stepped onto the patio, then slid the glass door closed behind him. He passed an admiring, professional glance over the tidy fenced backyard, keeping an eye out for his son. The redbrick patio measured about ten feet by fifteen feet, large enough for a green wrought-iron table and four chairs, plus a gas grill. The masonry yielded to tall plant boxes, and finally, a strip of lush fescue. Ginny had compensated for her legendary lack of a green thumb by planting perennials and evergreens, and connecting the beds with impressive walkways. A three-foot fountain gurgled in a far corner, flanked by crape myrtles, the dwarf trees blooming brilliant fuchsia in the heat.

The toe of a white tennis shoe protruded past the edge of the fountain base. Bailey noisily uncovered and lit the grill, then sauntered over to his son's hiding place. Chad stared straight ahead, clutching the broken game, his lashes wet. Bailey sighed. "Want to talk about it?"

Chad remained completely still. "No."

Bailey squatted and lowered himself to the ground, his back against the fountain. "She's hurting too, you know."

His son scoffed. "Yeah, right."

"She's been crying on my shoulder."

Chad rolled his eyes. "Bet you liked that."

Bailey blinked in surprise. "That obvious, huh?"

"That you're still hung up on her? Yeah, it's pretty obvious."

Exasperated, Bailey asked, "So how did you get so wise?"

Chad glanced over with a lopsided grin. "I keep my eyes open."

Grunting in response, Bailey said, "So tell me what happened today."

His son shrugged. "She was the one who told me to get out the pictures of my mom, then she freaked out and went running to her bedroom. At first I felt kind of bad, but when I heard what she was saying about Mom"—his voice choked—"I got really mad."

"Hm. Then what?"

"I went to my room and locked the door. When I wouldn't let her in, she threw my game down the stairs."

"Did you see her do that?"

Chad bit his lip. "No, but I know she did it. She wants me to forget about my other mom, but I can't, and I don't want to."

Bailey took a deep breath and folded his hands together. "Well, Ginny thought she could handle seeing the pictures of you and Lois, but she couldn't. And she wouldn't have said what she said if she'd known you were listening. Besides"—he reached over and carefully withdrew the broken game to inspect it—"can't you understand the way Ginny might feel toward Lois, even a little bit?"

"No," Chad insisted.

"After you were kidnapped, your mother was inconsolable. She used to sit in your nursery for hours, rocking in her rocking chair. She wouldn't eat or sleep. She was worried sick about you. We both were."

"But
Lois took good
care
of
me."

Bailey frowned. This was a touchy subject. "And we're grateful that Lois took good care of you, but that still doesn't make up for the fact that you were
our
baby,
our
son, and she took you away from us."

"Do you hate Lois too?" Chad asked.

Angling his head, Bailey answered as honestly as he could. "I used to hate some nameless, faceless person who stole you from us, but since the minute I heard you'd been found, I haven't really thought about it. I'm just happy to have you back. And so is Ginny."

Chad looked at the game, then raised his eyebrows hopefully. "Can it be fixed?"

Clicking his jaw in doubt, Bailey said, "It doesn't look good. Sorry, buddy. But we'll get you a new one."

"Maybe not—she wouldn't let me have the bike," Chad pointed out.

"She had a good reason for that," Bailey said in a stern voice. "This is different."

"I want to come live with
you."

Bailey's heart contracted.
Few things would make me happier.
He set down the radio and looked back to his son. "We already talked about that."

"But I hate it here, and I can't get along with her."

"Her
name is Ginny."

"Whatever. Why don't you move out to the farm and let me come live there?"

I'll pour footers tomorrow and have it finished in ninety days,
the builder had promised him, standing in the meadow less than an hour earlier. A home for himself, Chad, and hopefully, Ginny. He chose his words carefully. "Son, I'd like nothing better than for us to live together at Shenoway, and if things go the way I plan, maybe we can be there by mid-fall."

Chad's face lit up. "That would be great!"

"Now, wait a minute," Bailey warned, holding up a finger. He leaned close and lowered his voice. "This has to stay between me and you—Ginny doesn't know yet, and I want to wait to tell her, okay?"

"Sure." Chad nodded happily.

"Meanwhile," Bailey said gravely, "if Ginny says that breaking your game was an accident, then it was. And as far as what you overheard, well, promise me you'll try to see her side when she's ready to talk about it, okay?"

"Okay," he grumbled.

"That's my boy." Bailey smacked Chad on the knee.

Chad smiled back, then leaned over and picked up a leaf. He twirled it idly by the stem, and a tentative expression crossed his face. "Bailey." His voice had a strange timbre, and he didn't look up.

Worry flooded him. "What, son?"

"I, uh..." Chad kept his gaze riveted on the leaf. "I was thinking maybe Chad Kallihan wouldn't be too bad of a name to be stuck with." He flicked the leaf away, then looked up.

Bailey's chest expanded to bursting. "I think it has a nice ring to it."

* * *

The little jaunt might not have been so beneficial, Ginny decided as she pulled back into her driveway. Her anxiety about talking to her son was now compounded by frustration when she realized how thankful she felt that Bailey had arrived to act as buffer between them.

Sighing, she allowed the painful realization to sink in. Although she was grateful he'd come just when Chad needed him, she'd been just as glad he'd arrived when she needed someone... needed him. After her earlier breakdown, she'd have to try even harder to convince him and to convince herself she could handle Chad without him.

Virginia carried the bag of groceries into the house, surprised to see the debris from the game had been cleared. She heard Chad's animated voice from his room, and caught occasional words about his model collection.

She threw, "I'm home," up the stairs on the way to the kitchen, then froze. Such a simple phrase, yet years had passed since she'd had anyone to inform she was home.

"Be right down," Bailey yelled. A strange sense of déjà vu washed over her.

Virginia slowly unpacked the groceries, eyeing the plate of seasoned raw steaks. She lined up salad ingredients by the cutting board. Her heart pounded in anticipation as they descended the stairs. How would Chad react to her? What was she going to say?

"Salad?" Bailey asked as they swept into the kitchen. "My body won't know how to react." His smile was casual and encouraging as he nodded to her.

Her eyes quickly darted to Chad, who stood with his eyes down, holding a Monopoly game.

"Well," Bailey said cheerfully, "why don't I get the steaks on the grill and let you two get things going in here." He grabbed the plate and disappeared.

Virginia watched her son fidget, then said, "Would you help me cut up tomatoes for the salad?"

He frowned. "I don't like tomatoes."

She laughed softly. "I'm not surprised—Bailey doesn't either. How about carrots?"

"Nope."

"Mushrooms?"

"Uh-uh."

"Well," she tried to keep her voice light, "at least wash your hands and help me tear up the lettuce."

He sighed and set his board game on the table, then walked to the sink. After washing his hands, he climbed up on a barstool, facing her, but not making eye contact.

She handed him half a lettuce head, then began tearing her half into bite-sized chunks.

He followed suit with little enthusiasm.

"Chad, I'm sorry."

He worked his mouth but didn't reply.

"I'm sorry you overheard me say something bad about Lois." She expected him to bolt any second, but continued. "It was wrong and I have no excuse other than to tell you that my reaction sprang from my love for you." She choked on the last couple of words, but recovered. "I would never hurt you intentionally." She ached to hug him tightly, but she knew her foothold was precarious at best.

He remained silent, but glanced up quickly and tightened his mouth. He began to tear the pieces with more vigor, obviously angry.

She rushed on. "I'm sorry, too, about your game—I know it meant a lot to you."

His scowl deepened and he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

"You don't have to say anything," Virginia added. "I don't expect you to forgive me, but I hope you'll give me another chance. I had fun with you today, and I'd like us to be that way again." With a start she realized how similar her words were to Bailey's a few nights before.

After a few seconds of silence, Chad shrugged. "Whatever."

Her nerves eased somewhat. At least he hadn't lashed out. And while he wasn't exactly accepting her olive branch with open arms, she had hope they could start rebuilding their relationship. As far as she and Bailey were concerned, however, she'd have to give it more thought.

The glass door slid open and Bailey stuck his head in. "How're we doing in here?"

She smiled, throwing in the last of the lettuce. "One plain lettuce salad coming up."

The next few hours were the most enjoyable she'd spent in recent memory. The steaks were delicious, and she'd fried a skillet of potatoes to go with their plain but healthy salads. Doused with honey butter, the angel flake rolls she'd bought at the bakery were mouth-watering. For dessert they had bowls of strawberry ice cream.

Chad became more lively as the evening progressed, beating them soundly in Monopoly. Her parents called and asked to take their grandson to a laser show the following evening. To Virginia's delight, he agreed and seemed to be looking forward to going. Later, when he challenged Bailey to arm wrestling, she found herself mesmerized at the two of them interacting—grunting, concentrating, and laughing. What a complex little person, this son of hers.

With a guilty pang she found herself again wondering if it was wrong to keep Chad with her when he so plainly preferred to be with Bailey. Worry crept into the crevices of her brain. Was she resisting the inevitable? Would she withstand emotional contortions over the next several months, only to end up losing him to Bailey anyway?