He heard Alison behind him, but Drew didn’t stop. In the living room, he barely spared Kevin a glance as he crossed to the foyer. His voice sounded curt when he bade the boy goodbye. “See you tomorrow, Kev.”
“Bye, Drew. Hey!” Kevin scrambled off the sofa and rushed over to him. “Did you want to see my Zoomer 57 Skyeagle before you leave?”
“Maybe next time.” Because he felt like an ogre, he added. “I’m late for an appointment.”
Drew opened the door and stepped onto the porch. The balmy South Florida morning embraced him, and he took his first deep breath since walking into the house just fifteen minutes earlier.
He was halfway to his truck when he heard his name. Turning, he spotted Alison standing on the porch in her robe and curlers, a dish towel in one hand. In the other, she dangled his truck keys. “Hey! I think you forgot something!”
For several heartbeats, Drew just stood there looking at her, feeling a familiar tug he didn’t want to acknowledge. Wordlessly, he turned and started toward her. He tried to keep his expression light, but he could tell by her faltering smile that he wasn’t quite succeeding. Damn, he was bad at this stuff. Bad for her and her kid. Hell, he was even bad for himself.
He wished he hadn’t come to see her. Wished he hadn’t invited them to fly with him tomorrow. Spending time with her was only asking for trouble. He would never be able to live with himself if he acted on the impulses racing through his brain.
Stepping onto the porch, he stuck out his hand palm up. “Thanks.”
She dropped the keys into his hand, then cocked her head and glanced up at him. “Are you okay?”
He laughed, but the sound was fraught with tension. “I’m fine.”
“You seem...tense.”
“I’m just in a hurry.”
“You’re late for an appointment.”
“Right.”
She didn’t look convinced, so he glanced at his watch as if to prove he wasn’t lying. “Gotta run.”
“See you tomorrow morning,” she said.
Drew’s hands were shaking when he turned away from her. As he made his way down the sidewalk toward his truck, he realized he would never be able to put enough distance between them to avoid what he’d feared most since the terrible day they’d buried Rick. The only question that remained was what he was going to do about it.
Nothing, he assured himself.
Not a damn thing.
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