“Jack.”
He turned his head and smiled down at Riley, who looked so much like his dad. Riley had the same smiling sloe eyes and cheerful grin, the same quick laugh and desire to help others. “Hey, sport. Having fun?”
“Totally. I have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“My Aunt Stella says you like my mom.”
He glanced at the picnic table, where most of the Tse family was gathered. “I do.”
“Like her like a girlfriend. You know, kissing and stuff.”
“Oh?” Jack focused on the burgers and hot dogs grilling in front of him.
“She says guys only pay attention to what kind of coffee creamer a girl likes when she’s his girlfriend.”
Not knowing how to reply, Jack just nodded slowly and shot another glance at Rachel. She was talking about him to the Tses. He hoped that was working in his favor.
“So it’s true?” Riley pressed. “Is my mom your girlfriend?”
“Uh . . .” Jack blew out his breath. “How would you feel about that? Is that bugging you?”
“No. Will you be coming around more? I think you should come around more.”
“I’m going to be working on that. I’d like to spend more time with you. There are some things your dad and I used to do together—fishing, golfing, taking some Sea-Doos out to Havasu . . . I think you’ll enjoy those same things.”
“Sea-Doos?” Riley’s dark eyes lit up. “Really? That would be so cool!”
“We’ll have to make plans, then.”
Riley ran off, shouting at his friends, but skid to a halt a few feet away and came back. “Watch out for Aunt Stella,” he said in a stage whisper. “She says if mom doesn’t snatch you up, she will. She’s cool, but . . . well . . .”
“Got it.” Jack somehow managed to keep his face impassive. “Thanks for the tip.”
Watching his godson run off, Jack rocked back on his heels and felt hopeful. If the Tses were endorsing him, he had a chance in hell. He’d take it.
His cell phone rang and his light mood sank like a stone. Pulling it out of his pocket, he answered, “Killigrew.”
“Hey, Jack.” Gary Lancet’s grim voice was like a cold shower. “I’m sorry to interrupt you on leave, but I figured you’d kick my ass if you found out after you got back.”
Jack set down the tongs he’d been using to turn the hot dogs. “What is it?”
“One of Terry’s old collars went to his house. Fucked the place up and killed his dog. Callie’s a mess.”
“Jesus. Are she and the kids okay?”
“Yeah, they’re shaken up but fine. It’s a miracle they weren’t home at the time. Her damn radiator hose took a shit on the way back from picking them up from school. Otherwise . . . Well, it could have been a lot worse.”
Looking at Rachel and the festive scene around him, Jack finally felt the sensation of being the odd man out. He should have felt it earlier. His life, such as it was, didn’t fit here. He’d forgotten that for a while. The grisly reminder was a timely one. He hadn’t yet laid his heart on the line; retracting it would have been a lot harder than just bailing early. “Am I needed?”
“We’ve got it covered. I just knew you’d want to know.”
“Absolutely. Tell Terry to call me if he needs anything. I still have some things to wrap up here, but nothing that can’t wait.”
“I’ll keep you posted.”
Jack hung up and stared at the phone for a long minute. Just imagining what Terry must be going through made his gut knot. Thinking about a close call like that happening to Rachel and Riley about doubled him over. Sweat beaded his forehead despite the coolness of the northern California weather. He rubbed at the tightness in the center of his chest. “Shit.”