flicker of amusement in her eyes.
âDid we say something that made her think we needed time to talk?â he asked.
Her grin became the real deal. He loved that gesture, the way it shifted her face, and the sweetness settled in her eyes. That smile made him regret the past, making him not so sorry about the present or the future. But nervous. Yeah, still nervous.
âYou looked like a thundercloud,â Oregon responded, and he blinked.
âWhat does that mean?â
âYou were sitting there all calm and gentle giant-like, and suddenly you became a rumbling mountain about to erupt.â
âI didnât realize.â
âNo, Iâm sure you didnât. You rumble. It almost sounds like a growl. And Iâm sure Lilly is wondering why.â
He leaned back in the seat, the vinyl cushion lumpy from overuse, ripped a bit in one spot. Heâd have to fix that. Oregon kicked him again, this time without the power of that first time. He opened his eyes and looked at her.
âI was thinking about the fact that I just got this kid, and in the next few years sheâs going to become a young lady,â he admitted, feeling all kinds of insecurity that a grown man shouldnât feel. âAnd sheâll, well, sheâll date. Boys. Iâll have to hurt them.â
Oregon laughed, the sound so easy and warm that it slid over him like summer rain. He soaked it up, like a man dying of thirst who hadnât even known he was thirsty.
âYes, sheâll date. And you wonât hurt them.â
âWhat if she brings home a guy like me, the way I was at sixteen or seventeen?â He grimaced at none-too-pleasant memories. âAt twenty.â
âSheâs not me, and she isnât going to date anyone like you. She is loved and secure, and I hope sheâll make better choices. And Iâm not going to let her randomly date every boy that knocks on the door or calls. Or texts.â
âGotcha. But I can be there.â
âAnd intimidate them?â
She glanced at his interlocked fingers, and he made an effort to relax his hands.
âNever.â He grinned as he said it. Something inside him loosened a bit. At least Oregon had time on the job, as a parent, as a mom.
He wondered if she would resent his participation. Maybe now was the time to talk. They hadnât talked much since heâd taken them home yesterday. No, yesterday had been more about telling Lilly, and then watching her shut down and wondering how to fix everything.
âI want to be a part of her life, Oregon. I want to be more than the neighbor, the guy who watches her grow up. I want to be a father to her.â
âI assumed you would.â Her voice was easy, only a hint of tension. âThatâs why I came here, Duke. I know I should have told you sooner, but it wasnât that easy. Once I got here, I realized that bringing you into her life meant bringing you into mine. It just wasnât as simple as I had convinced myself it would be.â
âEventually we have to talk about why you made the decision now, after twelve years of parenting alone.â Because he knew there had been something that pushed her to come here, something to change her mind.
âItâs a long story.â
âThatâs just your way of saying
none of your business
, right?â
âNo, not really. Itâs just a long story.â
There were tears building in her eyes, hanging on her lashes. The door to the kitchen opened. That would be their lunch. It would also mean the return of Lilly. He let it go. For now.
He also let go of the very real urge to hug the woman sitting across from him.
Chapter Five
T he truck and trailer pulling up to Oregonâs apartment later that afternoon took her by surprise. She watched as Dukeâs brothers, Jake and Brody, jumped down from the truck. Brody hopped a little on one leg, shook his right leg out and then pretended that at