Susan Mallery - Full-Time Father

Up ahead, the path made one last sharp turn before widening into a half circle that ended at the top of the stairs. Both Erin and Christie stopped to stare. He came up behind them and knew he’d been lucky to find this property when it was for sale.

To the left was the tall three-story house. The path sloped down, so they were below the first floor. To their right was the wild rugged coastline of Northern California. Sea gulls circled overhead. In front of the path, the Pacific Ocean stretched out for miles before disappearing into the horizon.

“Where does it go?” Christie asked.

“Clear around the world,” he told her.

She quivered with excitement. “Mommy, Mommy, we could get a boat and sail forever.”

Erin gave him a wry glance. “I don’t think my stomach’s up to it. I was never a very good sailor.”

“Me, either,” he said. “But cruise ships are fine.”

“I’ve never been on one.”

He had the strangest urge to offer to take her on a cruise. Just the three of them. He shook his head to clear it and ignored the impulse. “The stairs are a little steep,” he said, then looked at four-year-old Christie. It would take her forever to get down.

“I can carry her,” Erin told him.

“You’re not any more familiar with the stairs. Besides, Christie looks as if she weighs enough to knock you off balance.” He squatted down as he’d seen Kiki do. “How do you feel about a piggyback ride?” he asked Christie.

She beamed at him and clapped her hands. “Yes!”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. He reached behind him for her chubby legs, then stood up. She wasn’t that big, at least not to him, but he assumed she was the size of an average four-year-old. Erin watched for a moment to make sure Christie was balanced.

“Look at me, Mommy,” the little girl crowed.

“I see.” She turned her attention to him. “Do you want me to go first?”

“Sure. Then we can follow slowly.”

The sound of the waves crashing on the rocks got louder as they descended. Parker was used to the stairs. Two landings broke up the steep trip. He usually went down at a jog, but not with Christie on his back.

Her small hands clutched his shirt and shoulders. The skin of her bare legs was warm against his hands. She clung to him as if she were a little monkey, and he caught a faint whiff of something unfamiliar over the scent of the salt air. She smelled of chocolate and sweetly of herself. A band tightened in his chest. Not an emotion as much as a reaction. A fierce need to protect her and be there for her.

Erin reached the beach first. She smiled at Christie. “You doing okay?”

“This is fun.” She leaned her face closer to his ear. “I want piggyback rides all the time.”

“You got it,” he told her as he stepped off the last step.

The tide was out, the small half moon of hard-packed sand was still damp. Their athletic shoes didn’t make any sound as they left faint imprints. The sun was warm and the sky clear. Erin came up behind him and lifted Christie to the ground. The girl ran to the edge of the water, then raced back.

“There’s nobody here but us. And the birds. You can’t see the house.” She leaned her head back and stared straight up.

Parker followed her gaze. “It’s the angle of the cliff. The house is built into the rock so it isn’t at risk of sliding during rainstorms.”

Christie spun around and faced the water. She flung her arms out and ran in ever widening circles. “I’m a birdie, too.”

In her lime green shorts and shirt and her pigtails streaming out behind her, she was an exotic creature. At least in his world.

“She’s got a lot of energy,” he said.

“More than usual.” Erin tucked her hands in her jeans front pockets. The action emphasized the swell of her breasts under her sweater. “We took two days to drive up from Palmdale. We took a lot of breaks, but that’s a long time for a child to sit still in a car. Besides, I’m all in favor of you tiring her out so she goes to bed early tonight.”

“You mentioned you drove up with a friend?”

“Joyce. Her fiancé is waiting for her in San Francisco. He’s on a business trip, then they’re going to spend some time together in the city.” Erin glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He noticed her eyelashes were thick and dark.

“Having her along has been great,” she continued. “Not only did we get to split the driving, but she looked after Christie this morning and has given me moral support.”

“What does she have to say about all of this?”

“She thinks I’m crazy for dropping in on your life. She warned me you wouldn’t be interested.”

“In my own daughter?”

Erin turned as if to check that Christie was out of earshot. The girl was digging for crabs. “She thought you wouldn’t want to be reminded of a four-year-old mistake.”

The bright sun heated the air and danced on the top of the waves. Christie looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back. “Is that how you thought I’d think of her? As a mistake?” He kept his voice low.

“I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.”

“I’m glad.”

He still didn’t know anything about Erin Ridgeway. This could be a scam to get money out of him. But he didn’t give a damn. He knew Christie was his and that’s all that mattered.

The girl stood up and raced toward them. She stopped about a foot in front of him and stared up. Her eyebrows pulled together in a frown. “Angela Bedford’s daddy is a policeman. What do you do?”

“I design programs for computers.”

“We have computers at school. I like them.” She shrugged casually. “I like puppies better, though.”

Erin burst out laughing. She swooped down and pulled her daughter close. “I’m going to tickle you into behaving.”

“I’ll behave! I’ll behave!” Christie shrieked, but didn’t try to pull away. She wiggled close and threw her arms around Erin’s waist.

Parker watched them, feeling like the odd one out. The relationships between children and parents were unfamiliar to him. His family had never been affectionate. He didn’t remember either of his parents playing, tickling or even teasing him.

“She’s a monster,” Erin said, looking up at him and smiling. “Should we throw her to the other sea monsters?”

“Nah, they’d just spit her back.”

“Spit?” Christie repeated, sounding outraged. “They would not spit me back. They would make me their princess and I would have a castle under the sea and you would miss me very much.”

“I think I might at that,” Erin said, then dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “We better head back up. I still have to talk to your father about a few things.”

“Okay.” Christie ran to the stairs and started to climb.

Parker brought up the rear. He walked slowly marveling over how easily Erin referred to him as Christie’s father. Of course he was, but the word was unfamiliar. He reminded himself that she’d had longer to come to terms with that. She’d known for weeks. He’d only found out a few hours ago.

Questions spun through his mind. What did Erin want from him? What was his place in Christie’s life? Did he have one and did he want one? Underlining it all was a thin thread of fear that came from the knowledge of how easily all this could be destroyed. He’d done it before.

When they reached the pathway, Christie raced ahead of them. She paused every few feet to bat at the crepe myrtle, laugh, then run again.

Erin placed her hand on her chest and drew in a deep breath. “I need to exercise more,” she said between breaths. “Those stairs are a killer.”

He pushed a branch out of the way so she could duck under it. “Do you have a job?” he asked as he caught up with her.