The Summer He Came Home Part 2

"No." Her answer was abrupt. "He's been drinking."

She was right. Cain couldn't drive.

"You have your driver's license?" Lauren asked.

At Maggie's nod, she continued. "Perfect. You take Cain's rental and drop him off at my house on the way."

His mother planted a quick kiss on his cheek. "I'm going to grab my purse and say good-bye to Steven and Marnie. Don't wait up. I have a prior engagement I can't get out of." She paused. "You do know where the house is, right?"

Her sarcasm was noted and he shrugged sheepishly.

His mother had married a wealthy financier from Chicago a few years after he left town. Cain had met the man a few times-they'd jelled over football and not much else. He'd been a proper sort of man and had doted on Lauren. Sadly, he'd died nearly five years ago, leaving the bulk of his wealth to his wife.

Her eyes narrowed onto his. She'd bought a new place a few years back and knew d.a.m.n well he had no clue where it was located on the lake.

"No matter," she continued, "Maggie knows." She turned to the young woman. "If you could help us out, that would be great."

"Of course." Maggie turned abruptly. "I'll get Michael."

Cain's eyes followed her slight form as she disappeared down the hall, his eyes resting on the curve of her a.s.s.

"Forget it, Cain. She's not for you." His mother pursed her mouth, and a frown creased her forehead. At his look of surprise, she did everything except shake her finger at him. "I mean it. She's not some groupie or model or anything like the women you've been with. The last thing she needs is someone like you filling her head with nonsense."

"What the h.e.l.l is that supposed to mean? Someone like me?"

His mother's frown softened, and she pinched his cheeks just as she had when he was younger. He'd hated it then, and that was something that hadn't changed.

"Sweetie, you know I love you, I do. And G.o.d knows I'm ecstatic you came to your senses and kicked that Hollywood harlot to the curb, but seriously, you're not meant for someone like Maggie."

What the h.e.l.l?

Cain gazed at his mother, a surly look in place that forced his eyebrows together. He'd moved from plain annoyance to a truly insulted state. "Not that I'm interested in"-he gestured toward the hall-"your friend Maggie, but would you care to explain what you mean?"

"Don't take it personally, honey." Her lips graced his cheek, and then she moved away. "But Maggie needs someone...solid, stable. A man who'll be there for her and be a father to her son."

Cain couldn't help but feel p.i.s.sed. This was personal. "Okay, I get that for whatever reason, you're protective of this woman. And let me reiterate, I'm not interested. The last thing I need is a complication. I just got rid of one. But I sure as h.e.l.l would like to know why you think I'm not good enough for her."

Lauren Black stared at her son for several long moments. Her eyes glittered like blue diamonds, their brilliant depths colored with pain. "It's not a question about being good enough, Cain. It's just that in some ways you're a lot like your father. I know you don't like to hear that, but it's true."

He bit his lip to keep quiet and glared at her. Sure as h.e.l.l, he didn't like to hear that. His father was a b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Being compared to him was a low blow, and it left a s.h.i.+tty taste in his mouth.

"You're here now, but tomorrow or next week or maybe even the week after that...you'll leave. It's what you do." She couldn't quite keep the bitterness from her words as she turned from him. "How many years will go by before you come back to us?"

Chapter 3.

Maggie-Grace O'Rourke drained the last of her coffee and rinsed her cup in the sink before quickly drying it and putting it away. Her counter s.p.a.ce was limited, and she liked to keep it free of clutter. She was a great believer in the saying Less Is More, though truthfully, when you didn't have a whole lot, it sure was easy to live by.

Besides, a dishwasher wasn't in the budget, and the one that had come with the house had never worked. She looked at it in disgust. It was there for looks only.

She glanced out the window above the sink and felt her spirits lift as sunlight crept inside. Honeysuckle climbed the trellis along the fence in her small backyard, and a tiny hummingbird flitted about, its wings a blur of speed as it sipped the precious nectar.

Maggie slid the window open and inhaled the subtle scent that the yellow blooms emitted. It was still early, barely past eight in the morning, and the forecast called for a warmer than average day. She'd have loved nothing more than to kick back in the small garden and work on her children's book, but time was her enemy these days. Her need to be creative, to draw and write, would have to wait.

There was always something. Like the need to earn a living and put food on the table.

It was Friday, and she had two clients slated. Luckily she had help. School was done for the summer, and Michael's extra hands would knock off at least an hour of her time.

She slid the window back into place and locked it. The house wasn't air-conditioned, and if she didn't make sure they were closed and blinds drawn, it would heat up like an oven in no time.

"Michael, let's go. If we get done early, I'll take you for ice cream." She smiled to herself when the pounding started. Michael flew at her from down the hall, his feet hitting the worn wood floors like a herd of buffalo had been let loose.

"Ice cream! Sweet!"

"Did you comb your hair?" Her eyebrow arched as she studied her son. He was dressed in shorts and a wrinkled T-s.h.i.+rt. His feet were bare, though he had one sandal in his hand. Lord knows where the other one had gone to.

"Uh..." He shook his head. "Yep."

Maggie crossed over to him. "Really?" She fingered a stray curl, the one that always hung down his forehead. The one that she loved.

"I did." He was indignant. "It's not my fault my head looks like I stuck my finger in a socket." He squared his shoulders. "Can't we cut it? Brett Lawson got a buzz cut the last day of school, and it's awesome. He doesn't have to comb his hair for the whole entire summer."

Maggie shook her head. Michael's hair was the bane of his existence and one of her greatest pleasures. A compromise might be in the works. She rumpled the mess of it. "Teeth?"

"Yep." A smile tugged the corners of his mouth. "Anything else, Captain?"

"Did you brush and floss?"

He hesitated and bit his lip, his eyes sliding to just beyond her. "I brushed and made sure I got my back teeth really good, but...um..."

She gave him a quick hug and smiled wryly. "We don't have time now. You'll have to floss before bed." Maggie tousled his hair. "Your other sandal would be a good idea though."

Michael whirled around. "I think I left it in the bathroom."

"Hurry up."

She watched him disappear into the bathroom, and a familiar tug of emotion unraveled inside her. He was everything to her. Everything. She would clean ten houses a day if that's what it took to keep him fed, warm, and safe. When her life was at its darkest, he was the miracle that had gotten her through.

Maggie quickly packed a small cooler with sandwiches, drinks, and snacks for the two of them. She didn't own a vehicle-couldn't afford one and hadn't had one since leaving Savannah-so she kept things compact and easy to carry.

She and Michael either walked or took the bus everywhere they needed to go and were lucky that in a town as small as Crystal Lake, there was public transportation other than expensive cabs.

However, today was a treat. She had a ride-the large SUV parked in her small driveway needed to be returned.

She grabbed the cooler. "Come on, Michael. We've got Mrs. Landon today, and then Mrs. Black's." Ellie Landon was a widow, and her house wasn't much bigger than Maggie's. Lauren's, however, was much larger and took a lot longer to clean.

She grabbed the keys off the counter and studied them for a second. The fob was as impressive as the vehicle-a sterling-silver-and-sleek-black design. It had been a while since she slid behind the wheel of such a powerful machine.

"Do you think Cain will be there?" Michael hopped on one leg as he tried to snap his sandal strap closed.

"I hope not," she murmured to herself.

The last thing I need is a complication. I just got rid of one.

She turned the fob over in the palm of her hand and glanced toward her son. She'd overheard Cain talking to his mother the night before. Complication. Her cheeks burned at the thought, righteous indignation pulsing through her.

She shouldn't care. She wasn't in the market for a man. Especially one like Cain Black. He was enigmatic, charming, and way too easy on the eyes, with his dark good looks and perfect smile. She knew too well how deceptive those things could be. He represented everything she'd run away from.

"Miss Lauren told me her son plays guitar and that he sings too! Isn't that cool? She says one day he'll be a big rock star!"

"I'm sure he will be." She tried to keep the sarcasm from her words, but Michael frowned. Somehow she wasn't surprised the tall, good-looking man was an entertainer. She'd watched him the night before. He had a certain something that pulled people in, and in a crowded house like Steven and Marnie's, he'd easily stood out.

"Don't you believe her?" He bit his lip. "You don't think she would lie about something like that, do you?"

Maggie shooed her son toward the door. "I think all mothers want their sons to be rock stars at whatever it is they do." She watched his curls bob as he ran down the cement steps and jumped onto the gra.s.s, and her heart swelled all over again.

"So a police officer or a fireman can be a rock star too?"

Maggie locked the door behind them, checked twice just to make sure, and turned. She shook her head and laughed softly. "If they're the best in their field, then yes."

She unlocked the SUV and climbed in. Michael ran around to the other side and opened the pa.s.senger-side door.

"Uh, no, young man. You're too little to sit in the front. You know the rules."

"Tommy's mom lets him ride up front all the time." He pouted, but when she gave him "the look," he closed the door and climbed into the back.

Maggie turned the key, and the powerful engine sprang to life. She put the truck into gear, backed out of her driveway, and headed toward Main Street.

"Mom?"

She glanced in her rearview mirror. "Yes?"

Michael's brow furled. He chewed on his bottom lip and looked up. "So, when is a regular rock guy just a plain old rock star?"

Maggie's gaze returned to the street. "Jon Bon Jovi is a rock star. Maybe we should ask him."

"Who's Jon Bob Jodi?"

Maggie turned into Mrs. Landon's driveway and giggled. "Never mind, sweetie."

Three hours later, they'd finished Ellie Landon's bungalow and were on their way to Lauren Black's palatial home on the water. It was gorgeous-modern, but with an old-world flair, a wonderful combination of brick, stone, and wood. Maggie maneuvered the SUV up the drive and parked to the side, near the garage.

"Do you think there'll be time for a swim?"

"Nope." Maggie hopped from the truck and made sure no mess was left behind. "And before you ask, I didn't pack your suit."

"Miss Lauren has an extra suit. She keeps one just for me."

Maggie sighed and stared at her son. She didn't want to linger, because there was no way in h.e.l.l she wanted to run into Cain Black. She didn't like him. Didn't want her son to like him either.

She clutched her cooler and walked toward the house as Michael ran to catch up. She doubted Cain was home anyway. He'd mumbled something the night before about returning the truck at her convenience, since his buddy Mackenzie was picking him up for lunch.

She ran her fingers across the top of Michael's head. "If you want a cone from The Pit, we need to head out as soon as we're done. The five o'clock bus won't wait. You know how busy it gets on a Friday night."

"I guess you're right."

She let them in with her key and poked her head around the door. The house was silent.

"h.e.l.lo?" she inquired cautiously. No answer.

Maggie took a few more steps inside and shouted a greeting once more, this time with a little more oomph. Still no answer. In fact, the house was as silent as a grave. Good. It seemed that Cain had left with his friend Mackenzie after all.

Her shoulders relaxed as she dropped her cooler and turned to her son. "You know the drill, buddy." She nodded toward the back of the house, where the kitchen was located. "Grab an empty bag and collect the garbage."

Michael scampered off, his sandals squeaking along the ceramic tiles.

Maggie cleaned Lauren's house every Friday. It was too large to do the entire place in one visit, so the job was broken down into parts. The main floor and kitchen were done every week, but she alternated the bedrooms upstairs with the finished bas.e.m.e.nt on each visit.

She headed to the laundry room. It was located on the main floor, just off the garage entrance. She peeked into the garage first-Lauren's black Mercedes was gone-before proceeding down the hall.

Today there were no linens; however, a pile of freshly laundered towels was folded on the dryer. Maggie scooped them into her arms, left the set of blue ones near the stairs leading to the bas.e.m.e.nt-they belonged to the small guest bath down there-and carried the rest to the upper level. There were three bedrooms up here: the master, located straight ahead, and a guest room on either side of the stairs.

Maggie put away Lauren's towels and spent the next half hour cleaning her bathroom. When she was done she moved to the guest rooms. One of them would need cleaning for sure. Her son had smelled like a d.a.m.n brewery.

The room to her right hadn't been used. The bed was undisturbed and the connected bathroom spotless. She gave it a quick dusting and moved on, shouting down to Michael to bring up the vacuum.

She stepped inside the second guest room and looked around in surprise. It too was spotless. A quick check of the adjoining bathroom told her the same thing. Neither one had been used. She shrugged. Maggie had no time to ponder the mystery of where Cain Black had laid his head the night before. For all she knew, he'd left or had gotten a more interesting offer.

From what she'd observed, the man had garnered the lion's share of attention at the Edwardses', even though he'd spent most of the evening outside with his friends. The women had been gaga over him. She'd heard the comments about his looks, his somewhat racy past, and his newly single status.

Who's to say someone hadn't dropped by after she let him off?

Maggie was willing to bet that a man as good-looking and charismatic as Cain Black didn't sleep alone too often.

She grabbed the vacuum from Michael and instructed him to dust the blinds on the main level while she finished up.

"Are you sure you don't mind being here with me today?" she asked suddenly, before he'd cleared the stairs. "What did Tommy have planned?"

Michael smiled, a dimple puncturing his right cheek. "It's all right, Mom." He shrugged. "They all left for sleepover camp anyway."

He ran down the stairs, and Maggie stared after him, a twinge of sadness tightening inside her heart. She wished that Michael could go to sleepover camp and play hockey or have the latest Xbox game or whatever it was the kids were into these days. But her reality was such that it wasn't happening anytime soon.