“I’ll have Callie fix you some leftovers,” Kate said with a laugh. She must have noticed him still eyeing the food on the table after had already filled his plate twice.
“Are you sure?”
The horse trainer smiled at him again, and this time the smile reached her eyes. “I’m sure. It’ll give the chef an excuse to cook something new tomorrow. Isn’t that right, Callie?”
The young woman nodded, but her attention was distracted by the sound of a video call coming in on a tablet on the counter. Kate’s daughter jumped up, ran to the counter looked at the screen and then squealed with excitement.
“I-it’s Tony!” Callie snatched the tablet off the counter, accepted the call and hurried down the narrow hallway leading to the three small bedrooms at the back of the house.
Kate sighed, staring after her daughter.
“Tony?”
She stared down the hallway a moment longer before she responded. Kate’s shoulders lifted ever so slightly. Was it a sign of frustration or resignation? He couldn’t be sure.
“Callie’s boyfriend. They met in an online support group for young adults with Down syndrome. If I had known this was going to happen, I’m not sure I would have been so excited to sign her up.”
That shocked him. Just like Callie’s amazing talent in the kitchen, it hadn’t crossed his mind that she would have a boyfriend.
They began to clear the table with the sound of Callie’s laughter and excited talking drifting down the hall.
“Serious?” He put the last dish on the counter.
Kate breathed in deeply and sighed again. She tucked a couple of wayward hairs behind her ear, a gesture he’d seen her do many times that night. “I think she’s taking it way too seriously. She thinks she’s in love.”
Liam stood at the sink, turned on the water and waited for it to get hot.
“You don’t have to do that.” She frowned at the running water.
“I’ve got this.” He wasn’t ready to get kicked out just yet.
While he rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, Kate fixed him containers of leftovers, giving him the lion’s share of the rest of the food.
“So, you think being in love is a bad thing?” He asked his hostess.
“No.” Kate frowned at the question. “I don’t. But Callie doesn’t always see the big picture. She thinks that what she sees in the movies is what love is all about. That’s not real life.”
“No. It’s not. Marriage is hard work.”
And he was living proof that hard work wasn’t enough to sustain a marriage.
Kate sent him what he assumed was a sympathetic look, dispelling any notion that news of his divorce hadn’t spread all over the small town.
“Relationships, in general, are hard,” she said.
“Well, Calico is mighty lucky to have you to help her navigate through life.”
Kate laughed as she snapped the Tupperware lid into place. “Trust me. My daughter has grown weary of my advice.”
“That’s about as typical as it gets, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” That made Kate smile. “I suppose it is.”
They didn’t talk much after that, and that was okay with him. Kate wasn’t chatty—she was quiet, inward in her thoughts, and even though he’d like for her to open up to him, he wasn’t in any hurry. He had a feeling that if he wanted to get to know Kate better, he was going to have to work the long game.
“Coffee?” she asked him. “For the road?”
He knew that was her not-so-subtle way of letting him know that it was time for him to begin to be on his way.
“I could sure use a cup. I’m fighting the desire to take a nap on your couch.”
He’d gotten her to smile more than once tonight—he was making some progress. Kate had always been focused, determined and serious, even when they were in high school, but she seemed to have lost some of her joy. Had he even heard her laugh?
“Mommy!” Callie came bounding into the kitchen clutching the tablet to her chest. The young lady, her brown eyes shining, her round cheeks flushed, spun around in a circle, giggling happily.
“Do I even need to ask how the phone call went?” Kate brushed back her daughter’s hair and then put her hands on her Callie’s shoulders.
“He asked me to be his date for the dance!” Callie told her mom excitedly, giving a little jump. “I can’t wait!”
“Callie,” Kate said gently, but seriously, “you know we can’t go this year. We talked about this.”
The young woman’s face fell. “You can’t go. Why can’t I—I go? I—I’m old enough. I—I can go b-by myself.”
Callie started to cry; Kate brushed her daughter’s tears away with her thumbs, her eyes soft with understanding and something else—sadness.
“Callie, we have company,” she said. “We’ll talk about this later. Okay?”
“Okay.” Callie frowned. “B-but I-I’m old enough to go b-by myself!”
The young woman stomped out of the living room, down the narrow hallway, and slammed the door to her bedroom.
Liam and Kate took a cup of coffee out to the porch and sat on the porch swing, with the warm summer air filled with the sound of crickets and a night owl howling in the distance.
“I appreciate you indulging me.” He held up the coffee cup. He was actually too tired to think about driving the nearly hour home.
Kate nodded as she took a sip of her own coffee.
After a moment of staring after her daughter, Kate said with a sigh, “Sorry about earlier. It’s the annual Down syndrome conference. I try to take her every year. Now that Tony is going, missing it is going to be tough for her.”
“No need to apologize.” Liam tried to reassure his hostess. “Love is serious business.”
“That’s true. But Callie’s disability makes all of this so much harder to navigate.” Kate tucked her hair behind her ear. “I never even thought about a boyfriend when she was growing up. Now she wants to get married. Have babies.”
“I suppose that’s natural,” Liam said after a second of thinking it over. The fact that Kate was talking to him so openly about her daughter was a welcome surprise. He didn’t want to screw it up by saying something stupid or unintentionally insensitive. He wanted to find a way to be a part of Kate’s and Callie’s lives.
“Yes,” she agreed, holding her warm cup with both hands. “But Callie is never going to be able to live on her own.”
“She seems really independent.”
Kate sent him the smallest of smiles. “She is. Everyone with Down syndrome is different, just like the rest of us. We were lucky—Callie’s intelligence is higher on the range. But...” Kate frowned into her coffee cup. “She’ll never be able to live without support, and no matter how many times we talk about it, I just can’t get her to understand. She wants to move to New York City and go to culinary school and open a restaurant. She also wants to move to California, marry Tony and start having babies. In her mind, it’s possible to do both, at the same time.”
“I wish my daughter were that ambitious,” he interjected, and he meant it.