Renee Andrews - Daddy Wanted

She was glad for the extra time, because she didn’t want the kids around to hear her make this call. Pulling her cell from her pocket, she dialed the number on the letterhead. The bus wouldn’t be here for another half hour. Surely this conversation wouldn’t take that long.

“Claremont Elementary, how can I help you?”

After asking to be transferred to the head administrator, Savvy waited two hard heartbeats and then heard, “This is Principal Randolph.”

She cleared her throat. “Hi, this is Savannah Bowers. I currently have guardianship of Willow—I mean Wendy—Jackson’s children, and I received a letter from you today about Rose and Daisy.”

Silence echoed from the other end, and then the woman said curtly, “And?”

Savvy hadn’t expected the abrupt change of tone. Obviously, this lady didn’t care for her, but Savvy didn’t remember a soul in Claremont with the last name of Randolph.

She gathered her courage. “And,” she continued, “the letter says that you’re recommending Rose and Daisy be retained for a year, held back in first grade while their friends move on to second in the fall.”

“That’s correct,” she said, her tone still terse. “The girls were already falling behind on their first-grade skills, and we believe, especially in light of their mother’s recent passing, that it would be in their best interest to have the opportunity to repeat first grade.”

“The opportunity ,” Savvy said.

“That’s correct.”

Savvy could feel her skin heating, readying for confrontation. She closed her eyes and counted to five. Ten was too much to ask for, given her frustration. “The letter says that I can come in and review their scores, and I can request for the girls to be reevaluated if I believe those scores may not be an accurate representation of their first-grade skills.” Savvy read the text verbatim from the woman’s letter.

“That’s correct. However, in my opinion—”

“I’d like to make an appointment to do that,” Savvy said, hearing a vehicle coming up the driveway. Mandy had told her the bus dropped the kids off at the end of the driveway and then they walked the rest of the way. Plus, it still wasn’t time for the bus. She frowned as Brodie’s truck appeared through the trees bordering the driveway.

Great...just great. Now I have to deal with him on my own until the kids get home.

“You’d like to make an appointment?” the lady on the other end asked, reminding Savvy she was still on the phone.

“Yes, an appointment,” Savvy said hastily. “I do have the right to do that, don’t I? I am their legal guardian now.”

The lady actually huffed on the other end. “Yes,” she said. “You can make an appointment. When would you like to come?”

“As soon as possible. Tomorrow, if that works for you.”

“Well, I am busy.” She drew out the last word.

“Then I’ll wait until the end of the day, when school is over, and we can meet then,” Savvy answered.

Another huff filled the line, followed by a low grumble. What did this woman have against Savvy? They’d never even met. Or maybe she had something against Willow?

“You can come at nine in the morning,” she said. “But I don’t anticipate any change to our original observations. I’ve reviewed the progress reports from their teacher, and given—”

“I’ll see you at nine,” Savvy said, cutting her off and ending the call without saying goodbye. In other words, she hung up on the lady, which suited her just fine.

“Someone on your bad side?” Brodie asked, sauntering toward the deck. He wore a Stockville College baseball jersey, baseball pants and a matching cap.

“You mean besides you?” She hated that the look of him in that baseball uniform made her heart thud in her chest.

He had the nerve to grin, and then he held up his palms. “I understand that you’re mad at me, but I think, for Dylan’s sake, it’d be good for us to get along in front of him. If he can tell that you don’t like me, it isn’t going to make it easy for him to like me, either.”

“I don’t like you,” Savvy said.

“I get it. But if we can try to coexist so that I have a chance to help Willow’s son, then we’ll accomplish what she wanted.” He sighed. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, Savvy, and I want this chance to help Dylan. I need it.”

She looked down at the paper still in her hand. Somehow she had to make sure the school didn’t hold these kids back. And Brodie was probably her best shot at doing that for Dylan. “I told you that you could tutor him, if it’s what he wants.”

“It will be.” He’d moved closer to the steps so that he merely had to lean forward to peer over her shoulder and see the letter. “What’s that?”

Savvy didn’t see any reason not to tell him. “The elementary school thinks the girls should be held back, too. I’ve got to go talk to the principal tomorrow to convince her that isn’t what they need.” She looked at the letterhead, saw the woman’s name beneath the address. “This says her name is M. Randolph. Did we know any Randolphs in school?”

“Not that I recall.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“So do you think you can change this Principal Randolph’s mind?”

“I’m not sure.” Savvy bit her lip, still trying to place the name and coming up with nothing.

“Well, as a preemptive strike, do you want me to tutor the girls, too?” Brodie asked.

Savvy glanced up, saw the sincerity in his eyes and knew he meant the offer. But Willow hadn’t asked him to help the girls, and truthfully, Savvy didn’t want him around any more than necessary. “No, I’ll figure something out. You help Dylan. That’s plenty.” She glanced at her phone and saw that it was only 2:25 p.m. She’d have to spend twenty more minutes alone with Brodie before the bus arrived.

As if knowing her train of thought, he said, “I didn’t have your number to call and see what time the kids got home, and I wanted as much time with Dylan as possible before my team’s evening practice at seven. Guess I got here a little early.”

“They should be here at two forty-five.”

He moved in front of the steps, pointed to the spot next to Savvy. “Mind if I sit down while we wait?”

She did mind, but she couldn’t think of a good reason to tell him why, so she shrugged. “Go ahead.”

He filled the remainder of the wooden step, and Savvy edged over to put the hint of a distance between them. It was bad enough that she caught herself inhaling the combined scent of aftershave and soap, or whatever it was that created a spicy, masculine aroma that surrounded the man. To find herself leaning into the warmth of him sitting next to her would not be acceptable. She didn’t want to enjoy his presence, and she wouldn’t.

As long as she didn’t scoot in his direction.

The wooden step creaked in protest as he shifted his weight to turn and view the front of the trailer. Savvy wasn’t all that certain the thing would keep holding them up. The warped stairs were in as dire shape as the rest of the home. “This place is in rough shape, isn’t it?” he said, as if reading her thoughts.

“Yeah.” Yesterday had been overcast and stormy, and she hadn’t been able to truly view the state of Willow’s home. Today, however, in the clear afternoon, she observed the siding peeling away from the ends of the trailer, the holes in the awning where the rain had poured through, the rotted wood flaking away on the handrails and the misshapen stairs. And then there were the gaping holes in the skirting, big enough for a medium-size animal to slide between. She did not want to think about what might be living beneath the trailer.