“Obviously you disapprove of what I did.” Her eyes narrowed. “It would be helpful to have more information, Joe. I don’t know what’s going on between you—”

“Nothing.” Not any more. Not ever again. He’d looked up to his big brother once, wanted to be like him. Their father had thought Preston was perfect and Joe was the screwup. Not so much.

“Where else was I supposed to go? Would it be better if I hadn’t written to you at all?”

“No.” The word was sharp and his voice louder than he’d intended.

J.T. began to squirm and whimper as his tiny fists started waving. Then he let out a wail. Joe wasn’t sure what he’d done, but it wasn’t good.

Kate stood and held out her arms. “I’ll take him.”

He let her because she knew what to do and he didn’t want to make things worse. She walked down the hall, murmuring soothing sweet nothings and the silence proved it had worked.

Joe restlessly paced the living room because he was angry as hell. At Kate, but mostly at himself. He’d thought the past no longer affected him. He was wrong. And being wrong had affected his son.

It was obvious that Kate was confused and wanted to know what was up between him and his brother, but talking about it was the last thing he wanted. About that, and especially about what happened to him in Afghanistan. As long as there was breath left in his body, he would move heaven and earth not to let any of his darkness upset his son again. And Kate. He couldn’t stand the thought of anything bad touching her.

Kate wondered about Joe’s sudden shift in mood. One minute he was gentle and soft, the next tense, angry, and the baby had felt something—his aggression, hostility. That definitely defined the man after she’d said his brother had given her the address. What was up with that?

While the baby slept, she and Joe sat at the kitchen table munching on doughnuts and bagels and drinking the coffee that had gone cold. She’d nuked it.

Needing something to take the edge off what felt far too intimate, she had a pencil and paper and was jotting down things to get at the store. Every time she looked up, he was watching her.

“What?” she asked.

He nodded at her growing list. “You’re going to need a U-Haul.”

“Sometimes it feels that way. Especially when I’m toting J.T. along. I don’t think I truly appreciated shopping by myself until becoming a mother.”

“I could help.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” she said quickly.

“That never occurred to me. After going through basic training this morning, I have a better understanding. Shopping with the little guy must be similar to the precision and coordination of inserting a combat team into a hot zone.”

She laughed. “Sometimes it feels that way.”

“So let me help. I could go for you.”

“Thanks, but no. I’ve seen men in the store. Without a cell phone they’re lost. It would take twice as long.”

“Then I could stay with J.T.—”

“No.” When his eyes narrowed, she wanted to call the word back. Or at least soften her tone. “What if he wakes up?”

“I’ll handle it. Crying is actually good for his lungs, remember?”

And how she wanted those words back. “I’m more worried about you.”

“I wouldn’t hurt him.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Not really. But his sudden change of mood before had taken her aback. “The crying can frazzle you even if you’re used to it.”

“I’m pretty tough—”

The phone rang and she was grateful for the interruption until the caller ID showed that it was her mother. Nonetheless, dealing with Candy Carpenter was easier than explaining to Joe why she didn’t want to leave him alone with his son.

She picked up the phone and hit the talk button. “Hi, Mom.”

“Hi. How’s J.T.?”

“Really good.”

“And you?”

“I’m fine.” A lie, but she wasn’t saying anything about her baby’s father showing up while he was sitting there watching her. “How are things with you?”

“Robert and I had a fight.”

So this wasn’t a call to see how things were with her and J.T. It was all about her mother. She glanced at Joe who was watching her. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

A big sigh came through loud and clear. “He said I wasn’t giving him enough space. That I was going too fast and he’s not ready.”

“Were you?”

“No.”

Kate rolled her eyes. Her mother lived in Pahrump, about an hour’s drive northwest of Las Vegas. She worked as a waitress in a diner. An attractive brunette, she got a lot of male attention. All was well in the first stages of a new relationship—first-meet euphoria followed by a few weeks of adoration. And of course, Candy always swore this one was the love of her life and they’d be together forever. Then she started to push.

Kate had told her over and over that she didn’t need a man to be happy, but somehow the words never stuck. She was tired of wasting her breath.

“Did it ever occur to you that you might be better off?” she asked.

“How can you say that?” Candy demanded. “He’s everything I ever wanted. Good-looking. He has a great job. We have fun together. The sex is—”

“Too much info, Mom.” That wasn’t a visual she wanted in her head.

“I’m still a young and vibrant woman.”

“Yes, you are. And you’re okay on your own. There’s no point in hanging on to something that doesn’t make your life better.”

“He does make it better,” Candy protested.

“That’s not what I’m hearing.”

“If he’d just give us time we could work it out.”

“That’s the thing, Mom. You’re trying to speed things up instead of giving it time.”

“You don’t understand.”

No, she didn’t. “Look, Mom, J.T. is starting to fuss. I have to go,” she lied.

“Give him a kiss from me.”

“Will do. Bye.” She replaced the phone and looked at Joe.

“Problem?” he asked.

“Just the usual.”

“Define usual.”

Apparently she’d never told him about her mother. But then, they’d been so wrapped up in each other talking hadn’t been high on their list of activities.

“The usual is the latest in an inappropriate string of men she’s gotten too possessive with. My father being one.”

“Oh?”

There was no reason she could come up with off the top of her head not to tell him. “My mother was pregnant when she married my father. What I don’t get is why he bothered when he didn’t plan to stick around. I never met the man.”

Joe’s eyes turned dark, a sign he didn’t approve, except that this time it wasn’t about her. “Maybe you’re better off.”

“That thought has crossed my mind.” In fact, she’d just said it to her mom about the current flavor of the month. “But over the years she’s had a string of men. My father was just the first mistake.”

“Is that why you refused my marriage proposal?”

“Partly.”

Again she could see no reason not to admit the truth. Sometimes she’d liked a man her mother brought home, but found out caring was a mistake because they always left. There was one she’d disliked on sight, and she’d begged her mom to dump him, gave her an ultimatum—him or me. Candy had chosen him. So Kate had left home and made a rule: she would rely only on herself and not make a mistake that would ruin her life. Now J.T. was her life and not making a mistake was more important than ever.

“What’s the other part?” he asked.

She met his gaze. “My biggest fear is turning into my mother. Always looking for a man. Always hoping he’ll be the one to take care of me. I don’t need anyone.”

“So no man gets in?”

“That’s right.”

That was a lie. He’d gotten in. Dashing, daring Marine Corps helicopter pilot Joe Morgan. His good looks and confident, compelling charm had taken her prisoner with no shots fired. The probing intensity of his eyes and his devil-may-care attitude had made her feel alive. She’d been sleepwalking through life until she’d met him and then she’d decided she would be a fool not to enjoy every moment he wanted to spend with her. She’d never lived a great story and that’s all he was ever supposed to be, until he became so much more.