Hidden Summit
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 Robyn Carr

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“But you’re doing all right?” Conner asked.
“Not bad, considering. Pediatric dentistry isn’t exactly a high-dollar practice like, say, periodontics.” And then Keith launched into a conversation about the different types of dentistry, their individual complexities and specialties, how much more lucrative some practices were than others. Conner, to his credit, did not go to sleep.
“And you chose your specialty because?” Conner finally asked.
“I’m good with kids,” he said with a smile. “When I did the pediatric rotation I knew that was the best place for me. I actually have to push the kids out of the practice to adult dentists at some point—most of them would stay with me forever. They’re not afraid of what’s going to happen to them in my office.”
Well, at least the boys will probably grow up with good teeth, Conner thought.
And then, thankfully, Katie’s voice broke in, calling them all to dinner.
Fifteen
Well, Conner observed, Keith was right—he was good with children, just not necessarily at the dining room table. Thankfully, he had Katie to back him up. When they started to squirm, when they picked up their mashed potatoes with their fingers or sloshed their milk because they were totally careless, Keith tried reasoning with them. “Andy, you’re going to spill.” “Mitch, you’ll make a mess if you do that.”
Katie, on the other hand, used her soft but firm voice to say, “Stop.” And they stopped.
Maybe Katie would cut Keith in on her secret weapon eventually. She knew how to make them behave most of the time because she could separate them. They were identical twins and didn’t like time apart. True, sometimes they wanted to separate, but that was up to them.
If they got in enough trouble with their mom, she would put them in separate rooms and talk to them one at a time. They would have time-out without being allowed to communicate verbally. Conner still wondered if maybe they did a little telepathic talking because they did seem to read each other’s minds.
Conner had never done a lot of disciplining where the boys were concerned, and when he did, his style was very different. His voice was louder, his expression much more fierce, and he was not above grabbing a twin and hauling him physically into time-out. Conner called time-out “the penalty box.”
Keith did pretty well for a newcomer. He liked them, that was the important thing. And he was very nice.
Conner learned that Keith had only recently paid off all his school loans and bought himself a larger home. He’d been in a small town house for a long time, paying bills and saving. At least he hadn’t been living with the mother and sister he was so close to. Now he had a fairly large four-bedroom home with a big yard in a good school district.
Why he mentioned the school district kind of stumped Conner until he thought about it and realized that Keith might be courting Katie and her sons. That’s what you did when you were dating a woman with children. Unless… He’s not weird or sick, is he? Conner had no idea how to check for something like that. He’d never even known a guy who—
He took a deep breath. He’d brave that discussion with Katie after the good dentist left. But despite his not very well-founded worry, he thought Keith was probably a good guy, just a guy with a very different lifestyle than Conner’s.
When the evening was beginning to wind down, when dessert was done and coffee cups were low and talk turned to work the next morning, Conner volunteered to put the boys in the shower and make sure they donned clean pajamas. It was a good forty-five minutes later when he left them in their bedroom and ventured down the hall toward the living room.
The house was so small, he could see Katie and Keith standing at the front door from the bedroom hallway. They faced each other, smiling, and talked softly. Katie looked up at Keith with somewhat adoring eyes; Keith put his hand on her shoulder again and gave that little squeeze. He leaned down, and Conner thought he was going to kiss her, but no. He said something, smiled and left.
Katie turned and saw him. “Well. Are you watching?” she asked with a slight, teasing smile.
“Yup. Though I wasn’t watching much.”
“Like I said, he’s being very proper. Want more coffee? Something else?”
He shook his head. “The boys are not quite in bed. They’re clean, and if they’re not tired, I’ll go knock ’em over the head.”
“I’ll go tell them lights out,” she said, heading for their bedroom. And once again, Mommy’s word carried weight because the light went off, the door was pulled almost closed, and it got pretty quiet in there. Just a little murmuring.
Katie sat on the couch, tired. She leaned back and pushed her hair away from her face, tucking the long strands behind her ear.
Conner was rooting around in the kitchen. “I’m having a beer. Can you choke down another glass of that fancy wine?”
“Did you like him?” she asked.
“I’m having a beer,” he repeated.
She sighed deeply. “Bring me wine.”
He popped the top on his beer and poured the wine, taking it into the little living room. He handed it to her. “I didn’t not like him.”
“Spit it out. What did you find wrong with him?”
“Nothing. Really, nothing,” Conner said. “What do you find right with him? He just doesn’t seem like your type.”
“He’s kind. Sensitive. Sweet. Good to the boys. Conscientious. Trustworthy. Dependable.”
“He could be all those things and have a little more backbone, I’m thinking,” Conner said.
“He has plenty of backbone!” she replied, a little heat in her voice. “He has a successful practice, is respected in the community, is a good family man....”
“Hey, don’t get mad. He’s not like the other men in your life. Not like Charlie was. Not like me or Dad.”
Her chin dropped. “But he’s so kind. Sweet.”
“Seems to be,” Conner said. “But, Katie, what’s with that hand on the shoulder? Is that the extent of his physical…you know…”
“He’s been up front about that. He doesn’t want to get physical with an employee. Even though he really likes me.”
“He said that?” Conner asked.
“He said that.”
Conner whistled.
“Oh, stop it! I know he’s not like other men I’ve been attracted to, but…” And then, inexplicably, she began to cry. She lowered her face into her hands, and soft, quiet sobs came from her.
Conner moved closer to her, slipping an arm around her shoulders. “Aw, honey. What’s the matter?”
“What’s taking him so long?” she asked. She lifted her face and peered at her brother. “All I want is a kiss! Well, okay, that’s not all I want, but we have to start somewhere.” She leaned against Conner and wiped her cheeks.
He stroked her pretty hair. “He’s safe, is that it?”
“Partly,” she said. “Or maybe mostly.”
“Is that the way to go?”
“Well, jeez, Danny…I mean Conner. At least he isn’t going off to war!”
“There are lots of guys who aren’t quite as…quiet and refined who aren’t going off to war.”
“There is nothing wrong with quiet and refined!”
“You know what I mean. It just doesn’t look like he’s going to ring a lot of bells, if you get my drift.”
“Yeah, I know. I thought about this a lot. The kind of guys I’m used to, the kind I’ve always been attracted to, men like my father and brother, are risk takers. Been there, done that. I’m ready to play it a little safe. I don’t want to keep losing husbands—I don’t want my boys to keep losing fathers.”
“But, Katie, honey, I’m not a risk taker,” he argued.
She laughed outright. “Yes, you are. An ordinary guy would run for his life after being threatened after seeing a murder, but not you! You’re going to take the stand, look him in the eye and convict him! You risk your life to do that!”
“Not exactly,” he said. “I’m taking every possible precaution.”
“I want a quiet life,” she said. Her eyes grew sad; she shook her head in frustration. “I want my kids to have a good education, a safe upbringing, a stable environment....”
“And good teeth,” he said with a laugh.
She wiped her tears and laughed, too. “And good teeth.”
“He’s…like…perfectly normal. Right?”
“Just because he loves kids doesn’t make him a pedophile,” she said.
“But you don’t take that for granted, right? You got your eye on that, right?” Conner asked, because he couldn’t not ask.
She lifted her head off his shoulder and with her blue eyes in slits, peered up at him. “Like white on rice.”
He let go a big laugh and squeezed her tight. “Katie, Katie.” This was what people didn’t get about her because she appeared so docile. She was a lioness. A dragon. Because she stepped and talked softly, people sometimes took her for a pushover. Not Katie. No way she was letting her boys near an “iffy” guy.
“You’ve had your eye on him,” Conner said.
“Every second. Every. Second. I swear, I won’t stop watching, but he just plain loves kids. He wants to have some of his own. He feels like he put it off too long, and he hopes it’s not too late.”
“Don’t get into this for the wrong reasons, Katie,” Conner said. “I can respect safe, but he also has to ring all your bells.” He ran a knuckle down her jawline. “I saw how you were with Charlie. Just try to get lit up by the right guy because, seriously, I’m getting old!”
“Isn’t Leslie kind of safe?”
He burst out laughing. “No!” he said. “No-ho-ho!” he emphasized. “She’s got some of her own crap. Not quite as dramatic as mine. She has a weird ex who wants to be her best friend even though he’s remarried and has a pregnant wife. And her parents, who are actually awesome people, are pretty eccentric. But safe? Oh, man—so not safe. She blows my mind. Falling in love with her is huge.” He tilted Katie’s face up to his. “If she dumps me or otherwise hurts me, I’m a guaranteed wreck. Leslie is a big risk for me. That make you feel better?”
She looked at him and shook her head. “No. I don’t want to do that. I don’t feel like taking chances.”
“Then tell me, honey. Tell me what he does for you....”
She took a breath. “He makes me feel comfortable. Cherished in an everyday way. Seriously. There are times at the office or over lunch away from the office when he talks about simple things like riding bikes with the boys through the park, and he’ll remark on how they will absolutely stop at the end of the sidewalk and wait for me before crossing the street. He’ll tell me how much he admires the job I’ve done with them, a mother alone without a husband. He sees that Mitch and Andy are secure, that they don’t act out like a lot of little kids.... He has said, a number of times, that I’m exactly the kind of woman he’d want to raise his children, and he says, ‘If you take that to mean hope relationship grows, you’re right.’ Sometimes he’ll ask my opinion about something minor to me but major to him—like whether to seed or sod that new yard of his, like whether to texture and paint walls or look at wallpaper.... I know, that doesn’t seem like anything, but it just feels so normal. And God, Conner…I just want to feel normal.”
Conner patted her arm affectionately. “We’ve always been able to talk very openly, very honestly, haven’t we, Katie?” She nodded. “Then let me say something that’s kind of hard to say to my little sister. It sounds like you’re choosing a roommate, not a husband. You like him more for what he doesn’t do for you than for what he does. He doesn’t make you feel too much.”