Jake hid a smile. “Want to tell me what her name is?”
The boy’s head snapped up so fast, Jake wouldn’t have been surprised if Daily had suffered whiplash. “How did you know I was going to meet a girl?”
Jake did his best not to laugh out loud at the astonished look on the kid’s face. “I know it’s probably hard to believe, but I was fourteen once, Daily.”
“I’ll be fifteen in a couple of weeks,” the boy said, straightening his skinny shoulders.
“That’s still too young to be out this late. Not to mention the fact that you don’t have your grandmother’s permission.”
The boy’s shoulders slumped. “Yes, sir.”
“I think you’d better give your girlfriend a call and tell her that you won’t be able to make it this evening,” Jake suggested.
As he watched Daily whip out a cell phone and rapidly punch in a text message, a knot began to form in the pit of Jake’s stomach. In about thirteen years some pubescent boy with more hormones than good sense could very easily try to set up a midnight meeting with his daughter.
He barely managed to suppress a groan. He’d already raised one girl through the teen years when he and his twin brother finished raising their younger sister, Arielle. And just thinking that he was going to have to do it all over again with his own daughter was enough to give him an ulcer. His only consolation was that this time he’d be sharing that responsibility with Heather, instead of his brother who had turned out to be as clueless as he’d been.
When the boy slipped his cell phone back into his jeans pocket, Jake motioned toward the tree-lined drive leading up to the mansion. “Come on, Daily. I think it’s time we both called it a night.”
They remained silent for some time before Daily asked, “Are you going to tell my grandma about me trying to sneak out tonight?”
Jake shook his head. “No, I’m not. But you are.”
“Me?”
“Part of growing up is learning to accept responsibility for your actions,” Jake said, reminding himself as much as Daily.
“I’m gonna be grounded for the rest of my life,” the boy complained when they entered the mansion through the kitchen door.
“I doubt it will be that long,” Jake said, chuckling. “But as long as you’re going to be sticking close to home for the next week or so, there are a few things around here I’m going to need help with. Do you think you’d be interested in the job?”
“A real job? Really? Oh man, that would be awesome,” Daily said, his voice suddenly filled with enthusiasm.
“You’ll have to keep up with your other chores and check with your grandmother first, to make sure she has no objections.” Jake gave the boy a pointed look. “Right after you tell her about what happened this evening and accept whatever punishment she deems necessary.”
Daily nodded. “I will.”
“Then you’d better get some sleep,” Jake warned. “We have a big day ahead of us.”
“Yes, sir.”
As he watched the teenager hurry down the hall to his grandmother’s apartment, Jake headed for the stairs. He’d made Heather a promise and he fully intended to keep it. While she oversaw Stormy Dancer’s morning workout and attended to whatever else her job entailed, he and Daily were going to get her and the baby moved from the carriage house into the mansion. And once he accomplished that, he had every intention of spending the rest of his stay at Hickory Hills getting to know his daughter.
“Jake Garnier, how dare you?” Heather demanded when she found him sitting at the desk in the study. She was angry enough to bite nails in two and it was all his fault.
His unrepentant grin when he looked up made her want to throw something at him. “I assume you’re referring to the moving of the baby’s things and yours from the carriage house to the rooms upstairs?”
“You know good and well that’s what I’m talking about. You had no right to do that.”
He walked around the side of the desk to stand in front of her. “I don’t know why you’re so upset,” he said calmly. “I told you last night that’s what I intended to do.”
She couldn’t believe his arrogance. “And I told you it wasn’t going to happen. Mandy and I are perfectly fine in the carriage house. It’s all she’s ever known.”
“I’m sure you’re happy.” He took another step toward her. “But you’ll be even happier here. There’s a lot more room. And besides, it will be more convenient for all concerned.”
“You’ve got to be joking.” Where did he come up with that idea? “It might be more convenient for you, but it certainly isn’t for me.”
He was a lot closer than she was comfortable with. But there was no way she was going to back away. That would only give him the satisfaction of knowing he still had an effect on her.
“I fully intend to be a big part of my daughter’s life,” he said, sounding so darned reasonable it made her want to punch him.
“We live less than a hundred feet away. How is moving to the big house going to change anything?”
He gave her a smile that caused her heart to skip a beat. Just because he smiled at her it wasn’t going to get him off the hook.
“I want to watch you put her to bed at night and get her up in the morning.”
“You could do that at the carriage house.”
“So you’re telling me that you want me to move in with you and Mandy?” he asked, giving her that same charming smile.
“N-no. That wasn’t what I said at all and you know it.” She should have known he’d twist her objections around to suit his purpose. After all, he was an attorney. “You knew what I meant. You could stop by around those times, then leave.”
He took the last step separating them, then lightly touched her cheek. She suddenly had to remember why she was angry with him.
“If Mandy wakes up in the middle of the night, I want to be able to get up with her.” He shook his head. “If I’m here and the two of you are in the carriage house, I can’t do that.”
“Take my word for it, being awakened from a sound sleep is highly overrated,” she said before she could stop herself.
“I’m sure that taking care of her by yourself and trying to work has been very tiring at times. Wouldn’t it be nice for a change to have someone sharing that responsibility?”