herself, but sheâd never needed one. In Patriciaâs life, she came first.
When he turned around again, he caught a glimpse of a paper plate with dessert stuck behind the plant there. Lucyâs? Had she been uncomfortable about eating in front of him? With his schedule, he grabbed food whenever a few minutes opened up and ate it too quickly to properly appreciate it, whether it was chips from a vending machine or takeout from his favorite restaurant.
A phrase popped up in his memory, one Brianne had heard a lot: Sheâd be pretty if sheâd lose weight. Or: Sheâs got such a pretty face. Too bad about that weight problem. Or worse: Sheâs really pretty, but damn, sheâs fat. Brianne had gotten back at them all, though. Sheâd finished college, gotten a job, started eating healthy and being active, and sheâd lost all that stressed-out, bad-diet weight. On top of that, the pretty girl had become damn near breathtaking as an adult. One big win for you, kid.
Lucy was pretty, too. She had brown hair that fell to her shoulders, natural, no additional colors streaked in. Her eyes were blue, her skin flawless, her smile even and also natural. Nothing posed about that smile. She had an unfortunate tendency to discount her own accomplishments, but people dealt with insecurity in different ways, and she was obviously very compassionate. He could see why Patricia wanted her for a friend.
âWill you be spending the night in town?â Lucy broke the quiet that had settled over them with the soft question. âI have a thing at six that I canât miss, but I can fix dinner before I go, and I can come back when Iâm done.â
It would be easy to say, Yes, come back. Heâd brought a bag with everything heâd need for an overnight stay, just in case, but heâd much rather stay in a motel than at his motherâs house. He didnât want to be a guest in her and Georgeâs house, in her and Georgeâs life.
But Lucy had already given up a lot of time, even taking off work, and Ben had come here toâ To stop the phone calls from Lucy and Jessy? To do the right thing in his fatherâs eyes? To take the family responsibility so neither Brianne nor Sara would have to?
One answer was sure: not to rebuild some sort of relationship with Patricia.
Maybe heâd come for karma. As Lucy had said on the phone, If you show her compassion now, itâll mean something to you later.
Beside him, she laughed. âIâd hate to ask you a difficult question if it takes you this long to answer a yes/no thing.â
He heaved a dramatic breath. âYes, Iâll stay the night. No, you donât need to fix dinner. Iâm sure thereâs enough food in the kitchen to feed the whole neighborhood. Just remember, though, if this goes really bad, Iâm holding you responsible.â
Her second smile showed she didnât take him seriously. âTrust me, no matter how it goes, youâll have the satisfaction of knowing you triedââ
Behind her, the front door swung inward, the ribbons on its wreath drifting in the air. Benâs gut tightened, his fingers gripping the chair arms as if trying to splinter them. This was a really bad idea, maybe the worst heâd ever had. He should have told Lucy no way in hell. He should have changed his name and his phone number and moved someplace where Patricia would never find him.
It took forever for her to step outside, and the first thing he noticed was her bare feetâalso one of the earliest things he remembered about his mother. Sheâd loved kicking off her shoes, inside or out, and had even married his father in her fussy, girly white gown and bare feet.
Pointless memory.
âOh, Lucy, I woke up and thought you were gone. I know Iâm taking up way too much of your time, but you canât imagine how much comfort it gives me, having youââ Finally Patricia noticed him, her