finish what heâd planned to say, words that would take away the only thing that had made sense to her since sheâd moved back to Markston. Now he closed it, darting his tongue out to moisten his lips.
Haley studied him, waiting. Had she said the one thing that would make a difference to Matthew? She wasnât sure, but she took a chance anyway. She couldnât explain why, but it had suddenly become critical to her that she had the opportunity to stay here caring for Elizabeth. She needed that child, and Elizabeth needed her. Whether he realized it or not, Matthew needed her help, too.
âRemember, itâs only temporary,â she reminded him. âOnly until you find a permanent child-care provider. Come on. Give me a second chance.â
He shook his head again. âI donât know. It just doesnât seem like a good idea.â
âI thought all Christians believed in second chances. Donât you?â
As soon as she said it, Haley realized sheâd gone too far. If nothing sheâd said before had changed his mind, then calling Matthewâs faith into question certainly wasnât going to do it. She stared at his profile and waited for his jaw to tighten the way it always did when he was annoyed. Instead, she was surprised to see the side of his mouth lift.
âAre you sure you want to pose that question to someone who earns at least part of his income filing wrongful death lawsuits? Family members of victims donât get any second chances, and there are those who believe the defendants donât deserve them, either.â
Haley shrugged. She had no doubt which group Matthew fell into. There were no shades of gray in Matthew Warrenâs world, only the blackest black and the whitest white.
That didnât leave her with much of an answer, but because he still seemed to expect one, she remarked, âShould have known better than to argue with an attorney.â
âIâll see you at 7:30 a.m. tomorrow.â
Haley gave him a sharp glance. âWait. But you saidââ
âI know what I said.â
âYou mean youâre going to keep me on in this job?â
âIt might surprise you, but I do believe in second chances. Especially when there are extenuating circumstances for you.â
Haley should have been upset that heâd acted out of pity again, but she was too busy being grateful that heâd changed his mind. âThank you. You wonât be sorry. I promise.â Words rushed from her mouth as she hurried to reassure him before he changed his mind. âIâll keep myend of the bargain. You just write down Elizabethâs schedule, and Iâll follow it.â
âIâm sure you will.â
Haley pressed on as if he still needed convincing. âAnd Iâll follow your house rules, no matter how strict.â
Matthew cocked his head to the side, drawing his eyebrows together. âYou make me sound like a dictator instead of a father.â
âOh, no, no, no. I just mean I want you to know that you can trust me.â
He looked over his shoulder at the child who had slept through the disagreement and its resolution before turning back to her. âI know I can.â
She studied him to see if he was serious, and there was no humor in his eyes. Though she was thrilled that heâd decided to give her another chance, she didnât understand it. What had changed?
He answered her unasked question with a simple statement: âI love her, too.â
It all made sense now. Because he knew she loved Elizabeth, he hoped she would do what was best for her. And he was right: she would.
The matter settled, Matthew opened his car door and stepped outside. Opening the rear door, he reached in and started unbuckling his daughterâs car seat.
The childâs lids opened, and she rubbed her eyes with her fists. âI want Miss Haleyâ¦â Her groggy voice slipped away as she drifted into