“Puh! Puh! Puh!” she yelled, pointing to the pig again.
Her father turned around to see what his daughter was getting excited about. He smiled at the little girl and spoke as he simultaneously began to sign. “That’s right. Puh for Pinky, your pig.” The man looked at me. “She’s deaf and just started working with a facial-prompt therapist to learn sounds. She has a pet guinea pig named Pinky, and all stuffed animals are him lately.” Reaching into his cart, he pulled out a small stuffed frog. The little girl reached for it, making a Puh sound again. “I already got suckered into buying one today.”
The line moved up, so the guy pushed his cart forward. I followed, but Merrick didn’t. When I looked up, I found him staring at the little girl.
My brows furrowed. “Merrick?”
It was like he didn’t even hear me. He just kept staring. I finally rested my hand on his arm.
“Merrick? Are you okay?”
Through my peripheral vision, I saw the guy in front of me turn back around. Merrick’s eyes shifted to him and narrowed to daggers. My head volleyed back and forth. The man was also now staring back at Merrick.
Feeling a bit freaked out, I stepped in front of Merrick and nudged him a bit. “Merrick. What’s going on? Talk to me.”
He shook his head. “Nothing. I’ll meet you outside, okay?”
“Yeah, sure. If you’re okay?”
His eyes shifted from the man to the little girl one more time and held for a moment. Then he stormed toward the front door.
I blinked after him, unsure what the hell had just transpired, before turning back to the man with the little girl.
“Do you two know each other or something?”
He lifted his daughter from the cart and held her tight. “I’m Aaron Jensen.”
The name meant nothing to me. I shook my head. “I’m confused. Should that be familiar to me?”
The man looked at his daughter. “Eloise’s mother was Amelia Evans.”
“Amelia, Merrick’s ex?”
He nodded.
I stared at the little girl. “How old is she?”
“She’ll be three in two months.”
CHAPTER 25
Merrick
Three years ago
“What the fuck did you just say?” I had to have misheard this guy.
The flight instructor looked at the nurse. He had cuts and dirt on his face and burn marks on his arms. “It’s her ring—Amelia’s.”
The poor nurse looked panicked. “Ummm… Okay.” She looked between us and spoke softly. “I’ll let you know when I have an update, Mr. Crawford.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? The ring from Amelia’s hand is your ring?”
He shook his head and looked down. “She was never going to marry me. She made that clear from the start.”
“The start of what?” I raised my voice. “What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Talking. About?”
“Amelia and I have been seeing each other. It began right after she started flight lessons. I’ve always known about you. She never kept you a secret.”
Well, she obviously kept some secrets from me. “And you’re…engaged?”
He frowned. “I bought her a ring a month ago. I thought maybe if she knew I was committed, she might take things between us more seriously. It was just a fling for her. I was the only one who wanted more. But she turned me down… Said she was going to marry you. I wanted her to keep the ring, but she wore it on her right hand. She never planned for us to be more than we were.”