Oregon held her tight.
âPlease, forgive me.â
âI forgive you, Mom.â
But the tense set of young shoulders told Oregon more than words. She was forgiven, but the anger wasnât going away. Not today.
* * *
From the kitchen of Dukeâs No Bar and Grill, Duke heard Oregonâs voice, soft and vulnerable. He stirred the big pot of spaghetti sauce that would be the evening special, then headed for the dining room of the restaurant. Heâd owned Dukeâs for a couple of years. He had needed this place when he first got back from Afghanistan. Cooking had given him a way to focus on something other than the pain of memories.
Ned, short for Nedine, had seated Lilly and Oregon at a booth by the window. He smiled at the waitress, a big woman with a heart of gold. She winked as she walked past him. He thought she had probably guessed the situation with himself, Oregon and Lilly. He hadnât really made it public knowledge, but nothing got past Ned.
His brothers knew. Jake and Brody were both supportive. Jake in his typical older-brother, serious and a little self-righteous way. Brody had halfheartedly teased. But Brody hadnât been the same since he came back to Martinâs Crossing, saying he was done with riding bulls and with his best friend and traveling buddy. Something had shifted in their little brother. He was a little bit angry and too determined to find the mother who had walked out on them twenty years ago.
Duke hadnât yet got around to telling Samantha, their little sister, about Lilly. She was in college and doing better than she had been a few years ago. Sheâd finally forgiven them for sending her away. Maybe she was actually starting to see that theyâd done her a favor.
As he walked toward the booth, Lilly looked up at him, her blue eyes issuing a challenge. Claim me or else, those eyes said. He had no problem claiming her. What he wanted more than anything was to wipe away the anger and hurt. From her expression and from Oregonâs. How did he do that?
How did he go from bachelor to father? With only twenty-four hours behind them, he was still struggling with that. His first instinct was to give his kid a pony. Oregon had made it clear Lilly had to earn the money. Instead, heâd given them a house to live in.
He needed to make them a family. It wasnât a comfortable thought. He hadnât ever imagined himself married. Not even close. He definitely hadnât imagined kids. He loved his twin nieces, Violet and Rose, but he hadnât imagined having any of his own. For a lot of reasons. How would he know how to be a dad when his own parents had checked out? Why would he want to give up a pretty easy life as a bachelor?
He now had an answer to that last question. When a man faced a kid like Lilly, it became easy to think of giving up the single life.
âHow about some lunch?â he offered, because it seemed to him that Oregon would be more likely to take lunch from him than a marriage proposal. What had he been thinking, proposing to her in a hospital hallway? He might be a bachelor, but he did know a thing or two about romance.
âCheeseburger and fries, and a strawberry shake.â Lilly ordered with the slightest hint of a smile.
Oregon stared at the menu blankly.
Duke grabbed a chair from a nearby table, turned it backward and sat with his arms rested on the chair back. Oregon glanced his way, her gray eyes wary. She refocused on the menu she still held in hands that trembled just the slightest bit. He waited, giving her time. He knew this game. It was like breaking a horse. Slow and gentle, giving them time to trust, to accept.
Trust. He had a feeling neither of them were really big on trusting. Heâd watched her for the past year, easing into the community, keeping to herself for the most part, then eventually letting a few people in.
Heâd been abandoned by his own mother. He understood what it meant to have