Tempting Janey. Mary Baxter Lynn

control of the eroding situation.

      “You’re just jealous,” Robin cried, tears starting to stream down her cheeks.

      “That’s not true.”

      “You’re just jealous that he loves me!”

      “Oh, honey, I want him to love you,” Janey responded with a catch in her voice and a pain in her heart. “It’s just that I don’t want him trying to buy your love.”

      “How can you even think that, much less say it?” Robin lifted her head in a defiant gesture, and her eyes sparked. “Anyway, I don’t care if he gives me anything or not. I’d still love him.”

      There was so much pressure in her chest that Janey could barely breathe. She had indeed handled this all wrong. She knew that, but she couldn’t call back her words. All she could do was try to make amends, amends she wasn’t sure Robin was interested in hearing.

      “Look, honey…”

      Robin backed up, her lower lip trembling. “No, Mom. Don’t say any more. I just don’t understand why all this is happening, why you and Dad just couldn’t have stayed married. It’s…it’s all your fault!”

      With that, Robin turned and left the room.

      Now, as Janey jerked her mind off that awful conversation and back to her daughter, who was still sleeping soundly, she felt that same awful pressure in her chest.

      She hated it when there was a breach between her and Robin. And there had been since the brouhaha over the jewelry, which to date hadn’t been resolved. Robin hadn’t returned the earrings, but she hadn’t worn them, either.

      Maybe her reaction to the whole thing had been jealousy, Janey told herself. But she didn’t think so. She would admit, however, that it sometimes smarted that she wasn’t able to buy more frivolous things for Robin.

      Still, Janey hated to think that she had stooped so low. Closer to the real reason was Keith himself. He was a user and a manipulator. And he wanted something. What that something was, she still didn’t know. That was what frightened her the most.

      To make matters worse, she and Robin remained at odds over Chad. Robin was smitten with the boy; she chattered about him constantly. All Janey could do was hold her tongue until the phase passed. But it wasn’t easy; she still didn’t trust Chad. Thank God, she trusted Robin.

      She wondered if Robin had said anything to Keith about Chad.

      Janey shook her head and focused her attention back on her sleeping daughter, while trying to sort through her own mixed emotions. Perhaps she should have ignored Robin’s pleas and stayed in Colorado.

      Life there had certainly been much simpler.

      Suddenly Janey heard her phone ring. Seeing it as an escape from her unpleasant thoughts, she crossed the hall to answer it.

      “Janey?”

      This time her heart upped its pace, and she didn’t know why, which added another dimension to her anxiety. “Hello, Dillon.”

      “I hope you don’t mind me calling.”

      “Of course not,” she said with a slight catch in her voice.

      What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she behave normally around him, for crying out loud? He was not in any way part of her life now. So why did he matter?

      After they had gone for coffee, she hadn’t heard from him. But then, she hadn’t expected to. Maybe their intense conversation had shaken her more than she cared to admit, made her realize they were forever linked by a past that was sordid and painful—but linked nonetheless.

      “Janey, are you still there?”

      “Uh, yes.”

      “How’s Robin?”

      Though his question surprised her, she answered without hesitation. “I think she’s a little better.”

      “That’s good. I was worried.”

      “How did you know she was sick?”

      He chuckled, and for some unexplainable reason her heart acted up again.

      “I happened to be talking to the drill instructor, when Robin came up and asked if she could leave. I wanted to drive her home, but she insisted she could make it.”

      “Thanks, I appreciate that.”

      Her words were followed by a moment of silence. Then he asked, “So how are you doing?”

      This time she heard the hesitancy in his voice and knew that he was as uncomfortable as she was. She wished that made her feel better, but it didn’t.