Shadows of You (Lost & Found #4)(53)

I cast a quick look in his direction and saw that he was mirroring my exact pose and glaring at her. Heather’s face heated, and she quickly averted her eyes, turning back to her friends. They kept right on talking, but this time, the glances were cast at Charlie and me.

The class began, and I kept a close eye on the mean-girl trio. Every single time I saw a sneer or caught a whispered comment, I’d clear my throat and pin them with a stare. Halfway through, it stopped altogether.

I saw Cady visibly relax. But it was more than that. She came alive. It was clear she absolutely loved to dance. The sheer joy on her face was a sucker punch to the solar plexus.

Cady spun and twirled, leapt and twisted. I wanted to give the girl her own damned studio by the time she was done. It all made her so happy.

“She’s so good,” Charlie whispered.

I wasn’t sure that any of the kids in this class could be classified as good. They were way too young. But Cady had that light in her that made her shine.

I clapped him on the back. “The best.”

Cady ran over and launched herself at me.

I caught her with a chuckle. “Tiny Dancer, you are incredible.”

She beamed. “Really? You think so?”

“You’re the best one,” Charlie said.

She turned that smile on him, and I worried we might be in trouble in ten years.

“Thanks, Charlie.” Cady moved her focus back to me. “Can you come to every class?”

My brows lifted.

She leaned in close. “They weren’t nearly as mean today.”

My back teeth ground together. “I’ll come anytime you want.”

“You’re the best, Mr. Grizz.”

“Roan,” a voice cooed. “I didn’t know you knew Cady.”

I stiffened as I turned to take in Katelyn Beasley. She was made up to the nines, and there was no denying she was beautiful, but there was an emptiness beneath the beauty that made me cringe.

Cady twisted in my arms to look at Katelyn. “Mr. Grizz is my best friend after Charlie, and he doesn’t like meanies.”

Katelyn’s jaw dropped, but she quickly closed it. “Well, no one should like mean people.”

“She means he doesn’t like you,” Charlie said. “I see you be mean to Miss Barlow all the time, and Heather made Cady cry. We don’t want anything to do with you.”

Katelyn forced a laugh, but it was beyond strained. “Kids, right?”

I stared her down. “I’m going with what they said.”

I bent, keeping Cady in my arms, and grabbed her bag. “You ready to go, Tiny Dancer?”

She grinned down at me as Katelyn spluttered in the background. “This is the best dance class I ever had.”





26





ASPEN





“It was the best!” Cady said as she twirled around the kitchen.

I looked up from the chili I was stirring and glanced at Roan, who watched my daughter with a hint of amusement on his face. God, he was a good man. There was no feeling like watching his tenderness around her.

“Mr. Grizz is going to take me all the time so the meanies aren’t mean,” she added.

My brows lifted at that. “Is that so?”

Roan shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

I filled bowls as his words hit me in the chest. I’d been in this alone for so long. No help. No one to share the load of both the good and the bad. Getting a taste of it now almost hurt.

The buzzer on the oven dinged, and Roan moved. “I’ll get it.”

He grabbed oven mitts and pulled out the rolls. He didn’t ask where anything was. He already knew. He lined a bowl with a towel and placed the bread inside.

Something about the simple task had me fighting tears. I quickly turned away and got to work, placing the bowls on the dinner table. “Cady, what do you want to drink?”

“Milk, please!”

“Roan?” I asked without looking, as if the sight of him so fully living in my space was too much to bear. What would happen when he left? Would everything feel empty? It probably wouldn’t be long. Steven and Tyson had stayed away, though I’d caught sight of Steven watching The Brew from across the street.

“Milk’s good,” Roan said, his voice gruff.

I turned my focus to the milk. I poured three glasses and set them on the table.

Cady slid into her chair but bounced up and down. She talked about dance and school and how Dr. Miller said Dory could be released tomorrow. I didn’t know how she ate her dinner between her stream of chattering, but she did.

“Can I please be excused? I want to go practice my pirouettes,” she asked with a smile.

I nodded. “Take your bowl to the sink, please.”

Cady hopped off her chair, dropped her bowl in the sink, and headed for her bedroom.

Then it was just Roan and me.

I took the napkin from my lap, folded it carefully, and placed it next to my placemat. “Thank you for what you did today.”

Roan leaned back in his chair. “It was nothing.”

I shook my head. “It was everything to her. To me.”

Roan’s blue gaze bored into me. “People like Katelyn, her daughter, they just need to know you’re not alone. That people are paying attention.”