Cheryl Harper - Saving The Single Dad

If Ash hadn’t already heard about his woes through the grapevine, Brett wouldn’t be the man to tell him.

“Nope, I’m going to stop by the office, make sure the patrols are set. Macy has all my contact info and I’ll have my cell.” Brett picked up his hat and stood.

“Keep me posted and thank you for your service.” Ash waved his empty container. “I learned that from a weeklong training session at the Tennessee Law Enforcement Officers Academy. See what an effective manager I became?”

“They do good work,” Brett said with a reluctant smile.

“Yes, they do. Make sure you get some sleep. I can’t have you napping in your car. Watch the speed limit on your way back down, and the stop signs here on the reserve mean full stops, not hesitations. Got it?”

Brett opened his mouth, but there was no answer to that, so he nodded.

“I see everything.” Ash dumped the plastic container into a garbage can.

“Recycle,” Macy yelled from her desk. Firmly.

“Eyes in the back of her head,” Ash muttered before cursing and fishing out the container.

“If that’s all you needed...” Brett stood next to the door, his hand on the knob as he plotted his next steps. He had to be in Nashville by three. He’d be cutting it close.

“Dismissed.” Ash nodded, and then added, “Hey, Hendrix, I know things right now are rough. If it gets to be too much, tell me.”

Brett agreed, and then stepped out. There was no way he’d ask his boss for help. That would be a sure path to the sidelines. He loved his job. He didn’t want to sit out any of the action.

Not even a task force that amounted to lunches filled with gossip all in the name of cooperation.

After he had a chance to check in with the rangers on patrol and to double-check the schedule that he’d double-checked every day for the past two weeks, he slid back into his car and hit the road.

With every mile, the certainty that something would go wrong grew. He hated being away from his kids. In a last-ditch effort to calm his nerves, he phoned his mother.

“Did you call to apologize?” she said without any other hello.

“No, I called to thank you.” No good would come of explaining how much more he needed her to do than she was already doing.

Her huff was the answer he’d expected. “And to warn you Riley’s up to something. It involves her hair. She’s either planning to cut it off or make me think that’s what she’s doing while she does something else.” Brett tightened his hands on the steering wheel and wished her acting out would stop there. If it made her feel better, he’d hand her the clippers himself.

But nothing seemed to make her feel better. Her mother had left town. Riley was angry.

She deserved to be angry.

“Well, as long as she’s not trying to hurt anybody else, I guess that’s good enough.” His mother never had been great at encouragement. Now the only thought that stuck in his brain was that Riley might go past teenage drama to something worse.

“Try to go easy on her. I’ll call tonight to make sure the day went okay.” Brett wondered if he should tell his mother Lila had bailed, too, or let the whole situation ride until he was home.

“Sounds fine,” she said, “but I wanted to let you know I signed up for a singles cruise in December. Don’t know how this thing with the new lady is going, but you could set up a visit around then. Lots of happy family time. Holidays. Cheer in the air, all that.”

His mother had been desperate to get back to the life of the single retiree almost from the first week she’d arrived to help. He wasn’t sure he blamed her because there wasn’t much for her in Sweetwater, but the extra drop of bad news was more than he could take.

“All right. We’ll figure it out. Talk to you tonight, Mom.” He ended the call before she could squawk that her name was Diane and he should learn to use it.

That was how most arguments between them finished. He liked to tick her off by calling her Mom. To get that dig in without crossing whatever line he was unwilling to go over. She’d been the world’s coolest mom growing up, mainly because he’d raised himself. Now, as a grandmother, she’d prefer to be all expensive gifts from faraway places and infrequent trips home.

The women in his life were questionable. Lila could have been the exception and she’d bailed before he’d even rowed the boat out from shore.

There was an important lesson in there.

He had no brainpower left to work it out. He had to get to Nashville to learn to manage people.

The joke, once he got it, was great. Managing the rangers who served with him was a piece of pecan pie. Sweet and easy as a to-go order. It was the people who lived in his house that he needed training for. He had a feeling that the Tennessee Law Enforcement Officers Academy had seen a whole lot worse than his family, but that didn’t mean there was an instructor there prepared to teach him how to make order out of that chaos.

CHAPTER THREE

THE THING ABOUT being almost alone in the world was that the requests Leanne made led Christina to do things she would never otherwise do. It had taken a solid day to make up her mind, but Christina had finally given in. Lurking outside the Sweetwater school right after the last bell was so far from how she wanted to be spending her afternoon that it might as well have been some other person’s life.

But Leanne had asked.

If word got back to Brett, he would be angry and it would confirm his suspicions, so she had to be careful.

Woody had given her a ride into town, dropping her off in front of city hall so that she could pay her taxes. She wasn’t sure what taxes he thought were due, but Woody was the kind of friend who didn’t look at things too closely. At this point, that made him the perfect friend. At his insistence that she might need a getaway driver, or bail money, she’d gone so far as to put his number in her phone. When her next morning shift rolled around, she owed him endless hot coffee, for sure.

The fact that he’d changed his plans to do her a favor without requiring anything in return warmed the dark corner of her heart. Woody was good people, no doubt. Were there more around if she looked for them?

“Hope all the other good people around here are very busy,” Christina muttered as she did her best to pretend she belonged on the sidewalk next to the elementary school.

If she could talk to the kids and snap a picture before the bus pulled away, or some vigilant mother called the cops, this scheme would be one step up from a total disaster.

As soon as Riley stepped outside, she pulled her cell phone out of her backpack and started texting. Her heart-shaped face was so familiar and had changed so much since the last time Christina had seen her. What hadn’t changed was the frown. Christina eased up next to her. “Texting your boyfriend?”

Instead of jumping in surprise, Riley turned ninety degrees in a classic display of the cold shoulder. Her dark hair lifted in the breeze, but that was the only movement. The rest of her was statue still and apparently in no mood for conversation.

While Christina was plotting the best scenario to keep her in place, Parker launched a surprise attack. “Aunt Chris, what are you doing here? Did you come to pick us up?” Parker’s arms were wrapped so tightly around her middle that Christina had to ease him back to take a deep breath.

“Sorry, Parks, not today. I just wanted to say hi before you got on the bus.” Christina studied his face. Other than the disappointment wrinkling his brow, Parker’s sweet face was completely the same, so earnest. She could see faint traces of Leanne in his nose and chin, but the rest of him was all Brett. Serious brown eyes made it hard not to give him exactly what he wanted.