school, and then home to him when he was a baby.â
âYes and no. I would take him to a sitter in the morning and go to school. Then Iâd go to work, and then Iâd pick him up. Our father couldnât be relied on to pay the bills or buy food, so I got the paperwork to set us up for some social serÂvices, and that helped with the rent and food. I had to pay him fifty dollars to sign the papers. Whatever was left from the state checks, he drank, smoked, or popped. The money I made I used to buy Justin clothes, food, and diapers. Without me, heâd have ended up in the system or dead. Our father wasnât capable of taking care of himself, let alone a baby. I wouldnât have been surprised if he dumped Justin with the first person whoâd take him. For a price, of course.â
She struggled to get up the stairs. Blake stayed two steps behind her, and even though he had her bags in his hands, he was ready to catch her if she fell.
âYouâve done a great job raising him. Most fourteen-Âyear-Âold girls are worried about their hair and if a junior or senior will ask them to the prom.â
âI wasnât a contender for an invitation to the dance, let alone a date.â
âWhy?â he asked, genuinely surprised. âYouâre beautiful. I canât imagine any guy passing up the chance to take you out on a date.â
She ignored the compliment. In her condition, letâs face it, he was just being nice. âWho wants to hang out with the girl who has a drunken drug dealer for a father and a baby to raise. I was a lot of fun on a Friday night. Poopie diapers, spit-Âup, and formula. Itâs real easy to lose a lot of friends when your excuse for not going to the movies is that you have a baby to put to bed.â
âDo you regret it?â
She reached the top of the stairs and stared at Justin jumping on the bed in his room to the right. The smile on his face was enough to bring fresh tears to her eyes. âNot a single moment. Look at him. Heâs happy. I could have kept him and taken off and started over. It would have been hard, because I donât have anything. What little was left in the apartment I pawned or left. I brought him here because I want him to have a chance at a normal childhood. I want him to have that, and I will do anything to make that happen.â
âWhat about you, what do you want, Gillian?â
The intensity in his gaze said her answer mattered. For the life of her, she had no idea. Up to this point, sheâd just been surviving and keeping Justin safe. She looked up at Blake, and although he was too close, she shrugged. She didnât step back and found that she didnât feel the need. That was something new.
Dee ran the water for Justinâs bath in the bathroom across the hall. The smell of vanilla and peaches bubblebath floated out on the air. Dee came to the door, a soft smile on her face as sweet as the fruity smell.
âYour room is there. Go see if you like it. Weâll fix Justinâs room to suit him. I made up yours, but if thereâs something you need, just let me know.â
Gillian walked into the room and stopped short. It looked like something from a magazine. The walls were a soft, pale green with white curtains across the tops of the windows. Pictures of antique water pitchers filled with spring flowers hung on the walls. French doors led out to a small deck area with a turquoise café table and chairs. A walkway connected with the apartment above the garage and served as a cover for the first-Âfloor walkway that led to the garage and the stairs up to the second floor. She liked the design.
The room smelled of the lemon oil and beeswax Dee used to polish the wood dresser and night table. A cream bedspread with tiny pink roses embroidered into the material covered the queen-Âsize bed. So very lovely, it looked soft and inviting. A green glass vase filled to overflowing