“Maisy’s cooler.” He patted her head.
“Mom, you want to walk Matt out?” I asked abruptly, interrupting their laughter.
“That’s not necessary.” Matt tucked his hands in his pockets. “Sorry, again, for…interrupting.” He held my gaze for a half second more, something warm in his eyes that made me feel dizzy, then turned toward the living room.
“Don’t be silly. Of course I’ll walk you out.” Mom rounded the island and crossed the room.
He chuckled, waiting for her to catch up with him. “They warned me about this Southern hospitality, Ms. Adele.”
“Oh, just Adele, please.” She took hold of his arm, leading the way toward the door. To my dismay, he looked back at me over his shoulder just once more, catching me watching him, and offered a small smile and a wave.
I turned my attention to Maisy, and once they’d left the room, I ran a hand through her hair again, unsure of what to say.
“Are you okay? You look like you’re going to be sick,” she said, taking another bite of her peach.
I touched my cheeks, the warmth of them burning my palms. “I could ask you the same thing. Is everything okay here?”
She nodded slowly, brows drawn down. “Um, yeah. Why?” She swirled her spoon around the bowl in front of her.
Had my mother told her Peter was there? It didn’t seem like it, and I didn’t want to bring it up if she hadn’t in case she expected to see him.
“That was just kind of weird,” I said eventually, as I heard the front door shut.
“What was?”
“The neighbor.” I tilted my head in the direction he’d gone. “You didn’t think so?”
“I don’t know. I thought he was really cool, actually.”
“And much too old for you.”
“Ew, Mom!” She stuck out her tongue with disgust. “He’s like…an adult. What are you talking about? You thought I liked him, liked him?”
I shrugged, forcing the worry out of my chest as if clawing it with my bare hands. Maisy was a child. Not every man was out to get her. Was my perception tarnished by everything that had happened with her coach?
“I’m only teasing,” I said, waving away her worry, then crossed the room to retrieve a glass from the cabinet. I filled it with water as we waited for my mother to return. “What have you been up to all day?”
“Reading,” she said, her mouth full of fruit. “Grandma said she wants to take me on a walk around the neighborhood later.”
“What?” I wasn’t sure I’d heard her over the sound of the ice hitting my glass.
She repeated herself. “A walk. For exercise or whatever. Maybe you could go with us.”
“No. You’re not going to walk around the neighborhood with your grandmother. We’re leaving today.”
Her eyes brightened. “We are?”
“Mhm. Now, finish eating and run upstairs and tell your brothers to get their bags ready.”
She shoved the last few bites of her fruit into her mouth and placed the bowl in the sink, obviously in just as much of a hurry as I was to get out of there.
As she jogged out of the room, she nearly ran into my mother, who jumped back with a start and gasped. “Whoa, where are you off to in such a hurry?”
“Sorry, Grandma,” Maisy said, not bothering to explain where she was going as she jogged up the stairs.
“What was that—”
“Where is Peter?” I cut her off, placing my glass of water down.
“What? Oh, oh, right. He left.”
“He left?” I folded my arms across my chest. “When?”
“Well, I didn’t let him inside, and he left. I didn’t check the time, for goodness’ sake.”
“And you didn’t think to call and tell me that?” I huffed, my eyes traveling the room as disbelief swam through me. “Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? I could’ve gotten into an accident. I could’ve gotten a speeding ticket—”
“Well, I didn’t ask you to speed over here.” Her indignant stare pierced me.
“I thought my children were in danger.” My heart pounded in my ears.
“Why on earth would you think that? I was with them. It was their father at the door, not the bogeyman.” She paused, studying me. “Is… Is Peter trying to hurt you? Has he done something to hurt the children?” She covered her agape mouth with long, spindly fingers.
“I—um, well, no. Not exactly. It’s…it’s complicated. I’m worried…” I lowered my voice, moving toward her in an effort to keep the kids from overhearing this part in particular. “I’m worried he’ll try to take the kids from me if he can get to them.”