Games of the Heart
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She gave me a big smile and I liked it. When I met her, those didn’t come easy. Now they were coming often.
“Thanks,” she said soft.
“Also wanna say…” I stopped, took in a breath then I went for it. I slid her beautiful hair off her shoulder, cupped the side of her neck in my hand and I dipped my face closer. “Not my place, you don’t know me very well but I’m going to say it anyway. Today, I was proud of you Reesee.”
Her lips parted and her eyes got big and that was cute too.
“Proud?” she whispered.
“For standing up, having your say and taking care of my nephew,” I explained, brought my face closer and whispered, “Yeah, proud.”
“I…uh…” she stammered.
“You don’t have to say anything,” I told her quickly. “Just know that. And know that I appreciate, more than I can say, you helping Fin out. Understanding him. Making him smile. Giving him something good when he lost something amazing in his Dad.” My hand squeezed her neck and I felt my eyes sting with tears but I kept going. “Means a lot to me but more, it means a lot to him. I know you ease him, Rees. And I thank you for it.”
“I think I like to be with him more than he does with me,” she whispered back.
I grinned. “Then, honey, you aren’t paying attention.”
She chewed her lip but I saw the hope flare in her eyes.
I slid my hand to her jaw and got even closer.
“Our boys, yours and mine, they’re strong. They’re guys. Anyone who sees them, how they act, what they say, they know they can take care of themselves and those they love. But we know,” my thumb stroked the soft skin of her cheek, “we know that someone behind the scenes has to look out for them. Today, what you did, wasn’t behind the scenes. But you looked out for your man. You took care of him. And I knew when you did that you do it behind the scenes too. Any good woman knows two things. She knows how to take care of herself and she knows how to take care of the ones she loves. Today, you demonstrated you’re a good woman, Rees. And it was an honor to be there because it was a sight to behold.”
I saw the tears start shimmering in her eyes before she asked softly, “You think all that?”
“No,” I replied, “I know it.”
Her hand came out and curled around mine, the one that wasn’t holding her face and she whispered, “Thanks, Dusty. That means a lot to me.”
I smiled and slid my hand back down to her neck. “Thank you, honey,” I whispered back. Then I studied her beauty, her eyes soft on me, the tears she was holding back glistening in her eyes and I told her truthfully, “My brother Darrin would have loved you.”
“You think?” she asked, the words pitched slightly high but still said in her soft, sweet voice. The tone was a tone of hope. And it was beautiful.
“No,” I replied. “I know it.”
“Dad knew him,” she told me. “He was around. But I didn’t know him very well. Was he like Fin?”
“Absolutely.”
She held my eyes then said quietly, “Then I would have liked him too.”
I lost hold of the tears I was controlling and felt one slide down my cheek.
My voice thick, I told her, “Yeah, you would have, honey.”
“Can I say something Dusty?” she asked, still talking quietly.
“Anything, beautiful,” I whispered, my voice still thick.
I saw the tears gather in her eyes, the wetness increasing then she whispered back, “I wanna thank you too, for making Dad happy.”
Oh my God. Oh my God.
I loved this girl.
Then one second I was staring at a beautiful girl’s face and the next second I was in her arms.
I wrapped mine around her and held on. Her body bucked as a sob tore up and two seconds later, mine did the same. But we both held on. And we did it tight.
“What’s goin’ on?”
We jumped apart like guilty children and both of us looked to the door to see we were so in our moment neither of us heard Fin come back in.
Fin’s eyes narrowed on Rees then on me. “Why are you guys crying?”
I waved my hand in the air then dashed it on my face and explained, “We’re girls. Today was full of drama. After a day filled with drama we do three things. Eat until we feel sick. Throw a tantrum. Or collapse into tears. Sometimes it’s a combo of two, bad times it’s all three. Trust me, honey, we picked the best one.”
Fin scowled at me and I didn’t know if he was doing that because he was pissed about the possibility I made Rees cry or just pissed two girls he loved were crying and as a boy who was mostly a man he pretty much knew he had no power over that.
Then he asked, “Are you guys done crying then? ‘Cause I need to get Reesee home before Mr. Haines gets pissed at me for bringin’ her home late.”
I looked to the clock over the microwave and saw it was twenty-three minutes to nine. He totally had enough time. He just wanted to make sure he had the time to make sure his girl was okay and, probably, give her a goodnight kiss which would make certain she’d be okay.
I looked at Rees and she must have felt my eyes because hers came to me. “I’m okay if you’re okay.”
She nodded, dashed a hand on her cheek and her lips quirked into a little smile that was seriously cute.
“I’m okay, Dusty.”
“I think you both did so well in the kitchen, Thursday night is taco night every week,” I informed them, stepping back to indicate I was done with creating a girlie scene.
“Great,” Fin muttered and I bit back a smile.
“Sounds good to me!” Clarisse chirped.
I held her eyes. Then I lifted my hand and blew her a kiss.
She replied by giving me one of her big, beautiful smiles.
Then I turned away, calling, “’Night Rees. See you in a bit, Fin.”
“’Night Dusty,” I heard Rees return to my back.
“Later, Aunt Dusty.”
I walked upstairs to Kirby’s room, grabbed my cell, lay with my back on the bed and called Mike.
“Hey, Angel,” he answered.
“Had a breakdown in your daughter’s arms about Darrin,” I announced.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“Just so you know, when she’s home soon, if you see her eyes puffy, she cried with me.”
“Shit,” he repeated on a mutter.
“It’s all good,” I assured him.
“You wanna come over?” he offered.