That made Hallie laugh. “Future Cat sounds kind of like a cartoon or a superhero. Hey, maybe our cat will have superpowers!”
“And we can get it a little cape,” Luna said.
“There will be no cats, with or without superpowers,” I announced.
“He’s still grouchy about the couch,” Hallie said to Winnie, who tried not to laugh. “And because he has to go to a party tonight and he doesn’t like them.”
“Go on inside now, girls,” I ordered, propping the screen door open with my back. “We have to start getting cleaned up soon. I want to leave before seven.”
Luna beamed up at Winnie. “We get to go to the party too.”
“How exciting! Well, I won’t keep you—I just wanted to drop these off.” She met my eyes and handed over the box with a smile. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”
There was that hitch in my breath again, like a loose thread snagging. The girls were right—she was pretty. Her eyes were deep blue and fringed with thick black lashes, and she had dark blond hair streaked with gold. It was pulled back from her face, which was shaped like a heart. When I took the box from her, my fingers brushed the back of her hands, and I didn’t like the way it sent heat rushing up my arms. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure.” One more smile, and then she moved past us and bounced energetically across my driveway, which separated our front doors. Jesus, she even moved like a kid.
But I found it hard to take my eyes off her, and when she turned back to glance at me, she caught me staring.
Embarrassed, I quickly turned and went inside the house.
“Daddy, can we have a cupcake now?” Hallie asked, washing her hands at the kitchen sink.
“I guess.”
I set the box on the kitchen counter and found a knife to slice through the sticker sealing it shut. The girls opened the top, squealing like it was Christmas morning. Each of them grabbed a gigantic cupcake and started inhaling it.
“Mmmm,” said Hallie as she took a big bite of pink frosting that almost looked like it sparkled. “This tastes like cotton candy.”
Luna had dark brown frosting on the tip of her nose. “Mine is chocolate.”
“Are you going to have one, Daddy?”
I washed my hands and came over to look inside the box. There were four cupcakes left, all different, and one of them had bacon crumbled on top of caramel-colored frosting. “Maybe I will.”
The girls laughed as I took the wrapper off and opened my mouth wide enough to bite the thing in half. “Mmmm,” I moaned, and I wasn’t pretending—the thing was fucking delicious. I ate the entire cupcake standing right there at the counter. The girls couldn’t quite finish theirs and left me to clean up the mess while they went upstairs to choose party outfits.
“I’ll be up in a minute to turn the shower on,” I yelled, hunting around for a roll of paper towels. I really wished Chip’s party wasn’t tonight—I hadn’t unpacked half my shit yet. I’d be lucky to find a comb and some deodorant.
But I wanted to see my old friend, and he’d already texted me that bringing the kids was no problem at all. He said he was looking forward to meeting them, and so was Mariah, his fiancée. I’d never met her, but judging by how fast Chip had proposed, I figured she must be pretty cool. Chip wasn’t the kind of guy to make a rash decision.
As I stuck the cupcake box in the fridge, my phone vibrated in my back pocket. I pulled it out.
“Speaking of rash decisions,” I muttered.
Naomi and I had been high school sweethearts who’d broken up after graduation, but we’d hooked up again a few years later when I’d been home between tours. Getting married had been an impulsive move fueled mostly by nostalgia and beer.
I debated letting her go to voicemail, but since I had the girls, I took the call. When she had them, she was pretty good about letting me call and say goodnight.
“Hello.”
“Hey. How was the move?” she asked breezily.
“Fine.”
“You’re all settled in?”
“Yep.”
“Because if there’s nowhere for them to sleep tonight, you can always bring them back here. I’m sure you have a lot to do.”
“Their beds are all put together, Naomi. They even have clean sheets on them.”
“Look at you.” She laughed. “What are you doing for dinner? Do you have a kitchen together yet?”
“Actually, we have Chip’s engagement party tonight.”
“You’re taking them to a party?” The pitch of her voice rose dramatically, as if I’d said I was taking them to a strip club. “You don’t want to do that. Why not bring them here?”
“Because it’s my time with them, Naomi. And they want to go.”
“Will they have dinner there?”
My headache returned with a vengeance, and I started hunting around a kitchen box for the ibuprofen. “I’m sure there will be food. It’s a party.”
“Make sure Luna doesn’t eat anything with nuts.”
“She won’t. They won’t be hungry for a while anyway, they just ate cupcakes.”
“Before dinner?”
“Is there something you want, Naomi?” I asked through clenched teeth. “Otherwise, I need to go up and get them in the shower. I don’t want to be late.”
“Are you okay? You sound stressed.”
“I have a fucking headache, and I can’t find the ibuprofen. Now what do you want?”
“I was going to ask to talk to them, but never mind,” she said. “I can tell you’re overwhelmed, and I know how you get when you can’t handle things.”
“I’m not overwhelmed, I have a headache!” I barked. “And I can fucking handle anything right now except you trying to barge in on my time with the girls! I’ll bring them back to you tomorrow, and don’t fucking call me before then!” I ended the call and shoved my phone into my back pocket as I stormed toward the stairs.
“Um, excuse me?”
Startled, I glanced to my left, and through the screen door, I saw Winnie on the porch.
Fuck. She’d probably just heard me yelling at Naomi. Exhaling, I moved toward the door and opened it.
“Can I help you?” I asked, more tersely than intended.
She looked a little nervous, not that I blamed her, as she held out a small pink box of Band-Aids. “I had these lying around and thought Luna might want them for her knee. Band-Aids sometimes come off in the shower, so . . .”
I reached out and took them from her, noticing she was careful not to let our fingers touch this time. “Thanks.”
“That’s it—I just wanted to—um, okay, have a good night.” She turned to leave, and I probably should have let her.
“Wait a second.”
She faced me again, her expression still wary.
“I’m sorry about that.” I gestured over my shoulder with the pink box. “My ex-wife—the girls’ mom—knows how to get a rise out of me.”
“Oh, that’s okay. It’s none of my business, and I didn’t really hear anything.” It was obvious she’d heard everything.
I nodded slowly. “Well, thanks for the Band-Aids. Luna will appreciate it.”