“We should go home.” She didn’t really miss her mom. She said outright she wanted to live with him at the ranch. And while it made him feel good that she wanted to be with him, it also broke his heart. She should want to be with her mom, too. She should be able to count on Steph and be excited about seeing her.
Emmy tugged on his hand.
He held her in place and showed her the keys in his free hand. “I have the key. Let’s go in and make sure your mom’s okay.” He unlocked the door and walked into the smell of Mexican food mixed with cigarette smoke.
Emmy rubbed her arm against her nose. “Yucky.”
Yeah, the whole place looked gross. Steph still hadn’t unpacked anything. The entire dining table was covered in dirty dishes and partially filled takeout containers. The food from at least two separate meals had dried, crusted, and congealed.
Several empty wine bottles sat on the counter. Two wineglasses and several empty beer bottles littered the coffee table. More were out on the brand-new patio table he could see just out back.
Where the hell did that come from?
Did she use the money he gave her?
Right now, he didn’t really care.
Emmy ran to the glass slider and rescued two of the three cats, who’d gotten locked out, though as far as he knew, they were supposed to be indoor cats.
Emmy sat on the floor and dragged Puff into her lap. The gray-and-white longhair cat meowed incessantly, setting off her buddy Dot, named because of the single white dot of fur on her chest in her all black coat. Razzle ran out of the back room, a streak of orange-and-white fur as she dashed straight to the empty bowls on the kitchen floor.
No food. No water.
How long had it been since Steph fed them?
Emmy yelped as Puff squirmed out of her arms, scratching her in the process. “Owie.” She pressed her hand over her arm. “Bad kitty.”
Jon tried to hold off the tide of frustration. “Come here. Let me see.”
Emmy uncovered the small, bleeding cut.
He pulled a paper towel off the roll, doused it with water at the sink, and pressed it to the tiny injury.
Emmy stuck out her bottom lip. “Puff is mean.”
“I think she’s just really hungry, sweetheart.”
The incessant meows from all of them and the head-bumps and body rubs made it clear they wanted him to fix the food situation immediately.
Jon cleaned the cut, then gave Emmy’s arm a kiss. “All better. Let’s feed the beasts.”
Emmy smiled and went to the cupboard and pulled out a can of cat food. He unscrewed the top on the dry food container and filled the big bowl. All three cats dove for the food and started to gorge. Emmy handed him the can and picked up the three other bowls from the floor. He didn’t bother to clean them, just divided the wet food into three portions and doled it out. The second Emmy put them on the floor, the cats attacked them.
He filled the water bowl at the sink and set it in the middle of all three cats. They dashed from the water back to their food, unable to decide which they needed more.
Where the hell was Steph? No one could sleep through the hungry cat racket.
Emmy remained occupied with the cats, making sure Razzle didn’t steal Dot’s food after she wolfed down her own. Jon walked down the hall to the dark rooms beyond. Not feeling sympathetic or kind toward Steph, he flipped on the light in her room and immediately wished he’d just gone home.
Steph sat up, blinking against the harsh lights, and covered her eyes with her arm as the sheet fell to her lap, exposing her bare breasts. The guy lying spread-eagle on his stomach next to her groaned but didn’t move.
“He’s naked,” Emmy announced.
Jon quickly covered her eyes and pushed her back down the hall. “Go to the kitchen and wait for me.”
“What are you doing here?” Steph asked, her voice rough from sleep or whatever the hell she’d been smoking last night. The pungent stench in the bedroom didn’t smell like cigarettes.
He took in the empty beer bottles on the nightstands, the two piles of cat shit on the floor, the blankets mostly falling off the bed, and the guy who was so hung over he simply dragged a pillow over his head to block out the light and sound.
“Nice, Steph. Real nice.”
She went on the defensive. “This is my place. I can do what I want.”
“Great. Get your own car. Return the rental, or you’re paying the additional fees. I’m out of here.” He turned to leave, but glanced back. “And don’t forget to feed your fucking cats and clean their litter box before they ruin the brand-new carpet.”
He headed back down the hall and confirmed his suspicions that she hadn’t cleaned the disgusting cat box sitting on the floor in Emmy’s bathroom. Litter coated the whole floor and the box was full, so the cats refused to use it anymore. The ammonia stench filling the small room made him wrinkle his nose and rush to get away.
He picked up Emmy and carried her out the front door, slamming it behind him.
Emmy picked up on his bad mood, stayed silent, and didn’t fuss when he strapped her into her booster seat. He closed the passenger door with a gentleness he didn’t really feel.
Steph ran down the walkway in her too short robe and no shoes. Her tousled hair and legs for days drew stares from the two guys walking in the parking lot to their cars. “Wait. I’m sorry I overslept. You said you’d help me with the car.”
“And I showed up, but you didn’t.” He reined in his temper and tried to be civil. “I see you made a new friend.”
She pinched her lips into a lopsided grin. “I met him at this bar. We hit it off and things got a little crazy.” She shrugged one shoulder, unapologetic. “You had a date,” she threw out, like his evening with Trinity was the same as her getting drunk and probably stoned and sleeping with a guy she barely knew.
“Best part of my week.”
Her eyes narrowed and shock filled her gaze. “I thought you canceled because you had Emmy.”
She probably wished he did and that meant she still had a chance.
He shook his head. “She had a big enough heart to include Emmy. She helped me brush out the rat’s nest you let Emmy’s hair get tangled into and made us a home-cooked meal.”
His snide comments put Steph on the defensive. “Well, isn’t she a saint. We can’t all be Suzy Homemaker.”
“All I want is for you to take care of yourself and our daughter. I expect you to have your act together when you’re expecting me and Emmy. You should have had that guy out the door before we showed up.”
Her eyes twinkled with delight. “Jealous?”
He dismissed that insane question. “Date whoever you want. But when you have Emmy or know she’s coming home, you should be ready, so she doesn’t walk in and see a naked stranger in your bed. You should put her first,” he pleaded with her, hoping it sank in.
Her gaze softened. “I should have worked on the apartment, but I got caught up with him. He really is a nice guy.”
“Great. Good for you. But you promised things were going to change.” He pointed at her apartment. “You’re getting drunk and smoking in the house where your daughter lives. You said you wanted to give that all up and live a better life here.”
He’d given up drinking with friends and colleagues to all hours months before Emmy arrived. Steph did, too, but the older Emmy got, the harder Steph found taking care of her to be, the more she needed a glass of wine, or two, to get through the night. Most of her party crowd drifted away once Emmy arrived, and Steph stayed home more often than not. Sure, she had her nights out with the girls when he had Emmy. Fine. But this was different. This was flagrant. And maybe had something genuine behind it.