together.”
“A few nights won’t hurt. Besides, I remember you climbing in bed with me when we were little.”
Kaylie’s eyes remained trained on Lacy. “Yeah, it’s just that Lexi needs to learn to self-soothe.”
“You sound a little like a therapist. Ferberizing?” Danica teased. It had been a few months since Kaylie stopped seeing Dr. Marsden, a therapist who had helped her to deal with her anger issues surrounding their mother and her careening career while she was pregnant, and now Danica wondered if she might do well talking with her again—about their father and Lacy.
Lacy passed with a smile and went into the store.
Kaylie followed. “I read everything I can on kids; you know that. I don’t want to screw them up.”
That’s my in! “Then maybe you should read about dealing with divorced parents.”
Kaylie rolled her eyes, and while she pretended to lift and inspect a shirt, Danica knew she was really watching Lacy’s every move. Lacy moved easily from counter to counter. She turned, looking past them to her mother, and waved her over. Danica watched as Lacy put her hand on her mother’s shoulder and spoke animatedly into her ear, while pointing at something inside the glass cabinet. Madeline put her hand to her chest, then leaned closer to inspect whatever they were looking at. Their father came up behind Lacy, and Kaylie’s body went rigid. Madeline pointed into the cabinet, and he touched Lacy’s shoulder. As Danica watched the scene unfold, she remembered what it had been like to be the center of her father’s attention for so many years and was surprised that she felt a twinge of longing.
He withdrew his wallet and handed it to Madeline, at which point Kaylie suddenly stormed deeper into the store, glancing quickly at the cabinet that held their attention, then stalked to a corner and rifled through a bin of purses.
“She’s really having a hard time.”
Danica startled at Chaz’s deep voice. “Yeah, she is.” He watched Kaylie with a worried look in his eye. “I’m sorry that I invited them. I probably should have left well enough alone, huh?”
“No.” Chaz shook his head. “I don’t think so. Lex and Trev are his grandchildren, too, and if we can mend this broken fence, I’d love for them to know him, and Madeline, who, by the way, seems lovely, despite...”
“Yeah, she does.” Danica blew out a breath. “Look at Kaylie staring at Lacy. I know she’s jealous, but I’m not sure what to do about it.”
Chaz turned his back to his wife and leaned against the table where they stood. “I’m even more lost than you. Seems everything I say leads to a fight, and it doesn’t help that she misses Lex and Trev something awful.”
“She does? I guess that’s good that she misses them, as long as all of this doesn’t come between you two.”
“Between us? No, we’re fine. Don’t get me wrong. This is tough, and Kaylie’s emotions are all over the place right now, but we’ll be fine.”
“She’s having a hard time...She’s distracted by the whole Dad, Lacy, Madeline situation.” Danica worried about Chaz. She knew that Kaylie would lash out at anyone in her path when she was upset; no matter how much she’d changed, everyone needed an outlet. And Chaz was an easy target; he was so loving and gentle.
“It’s everything, not just them, but they’re a big part of it. I feel bad for her,” Chaz admitted. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but she’s trying. She just goes about it differently. She has to deal with the muck and mire before allowing herself to release it all.”
She did know that about her sister. She was glad to hear that Chaz understood it, too.
“She’s such a good mother, too. The kids are her world. Believe it or not, with all that showiness that she gives about wanting time away, she can hardly stand to be separated from them. I asked her if she wanted me to fly your mom and the kids out early, but she wanted this time alone as a