“I haven’t given it any thought,” Jody admitted. “I’ve been taking life one day at a time since they were born.” She waved one hand. “That isn’t a criticism.”
“You mean you’re not complaining about the fact that I got you pregnant and hijacked the course of your life?”
“You didn’t do it on purpose,” Jody said. “Besides, I could have told you.”
That brought them to the sticking point. “Why didn’t you?” Callum asked.
“It would have killed you to come back here and give up your dreams.”
He supposed she was right. It wouldn’t have had to happen that way, though. “I invited you to California.”
“We’d have ended up hating each other,” Jody said. “Besides, I don’t belong in California.”
She belonged there as much as anyone he’d ever met! “Do you think there’s a panel of judges that rates people who want to move to the Golden State?” Callum asked in amusement.
“Don’t make fun of me!”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” The hurt in her eyes filled him with remorse. “Please tell me why you don’t think you’d fit in L.A.”
“I’m not glamorous.” A narrowing of her eyes warned him not to interrupt. “I neither know nor care what the latest styles are, and neither do my kids. They’ve got lots of learning opportunities here, and a lot of emotional ties. Besides, I have a responsibility to the ranch.”
“Surely your parents never meant to chain you to it,” Callum said. “If you want to come with me, you should.”
“You’re asking me to join you now?”
“Sure.” He hadn’t known he was going to say that or considered the consequences, but it made sense. Besides, he was a father now. He had responsibilities.
“What happens then?” Jody demanded. “If I go to California, what’s our relationship going to be?”
“I haven’t thought that far ahead.” Flying by the seat of his pants had always been in Callum’s nature. If he’d stopped to weigh every possible angle, he might never have launched Family Voyager. “We’ll work it out. Trust me, Jody. I won’t let you down.”
Her long hair whipped through the air as she shook her head. “I took charge of my fate five years ago and I’m sticking with what I know. You’re a great guy, Callum, but I need someone down to earth, more of a homebody. Like one of the guys I mentioned in my entry.”
Wait a minute. She wasn’t seriously considering marrying one of those fellows, was she? “I thought they were a pain in the neck.”
“Sometimes,” Jody admitted. “But people can grow on each other.”
“I could be a pain in the neck if that’s what appeals to you,” he teased.
“You already are!” At least she smiled when she said it.
“You have to give me a chance,” Callum said. “Remember, I just learned I’ve got two sons. It may take me a while to formulate a plan.”
“I don’t want anybody making plans for me,” Jody answered fiercely. “I’ll make my own plans. Now if you don’t mind, I’ve had a long day and I’ve got some paperwork to do. I’ll show you where you can bunk.”
He didn’t like the sound of that. “You’re not sticking me out in the machine shop with Gladys, are you?”
Her laughter flowed around him in a warm current. “Gladys doesn’t sleep in the machine shop! She has her own house. And no, I meant you could use the spare bedroom.”
After being shown to a small bedroom off the hallway, Callum unpacked his suitcase and set up his laptop. Jody had explained that he would share a bathroom with the boys, while the master bedroom and her office were located off the living room. Although that was too far away for Callum’s taste, at least he got to be near his sons.
Fortunately, there was a phone line in the room, which meant he could read his e-mail and hook up with the Internet while talking on his cell phone. Eight o’clock in Texas was six in California. Tisa might still be in her office.
In a few minutes, Callum was immersed in work as if he’d never left.
“WOW. DO YOU HAVE any good games on your computer?” The little boy stood in the doorway, blond hair rumpled, blue eyes wide. His pajamas had cartoon robots printed on them.
Tearing himself away from his editing, Callum searched for a clue to the twin’s identity. At dinner, the boys’ different-colored shirts had made it easy to tell them apart, but which… Aha! The robots were red.
“There’s a few games, Ben, but I use the computer mainly for working,” he said. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?”
The four-year-old climbed onto Callum’s lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world for him to do. “I’m not sleepy.”
He closed his file. He’d been working for two hours and deserved a break, anyway. “Let’s see what we can find.” A few clicks later, a Roman centurion appeared on the screen. “My goodness. Where did he come from?” he joked.
His son felt warm and solid on Callum’s lap as he snatched the mouse. “I want to play!”
“Do you know this game?”
“Yeah.” The little boy worked the mouse eagerly. Although it soon became apparent that he had no idea of either the rules or the strategy, he had good aim. “Yay! I wiped him out!” he crowed as a hairy Visigoth bit the dust.
“You sure did.” It occurred to Callum that Jody might not appreciate his encouraging Ben to commit mayhem. “I think that’s enough for one night.”
“Okay.” His son gave him the mouse.
“Are you always this cooperative?”
“Mostly. Jerry’s not.” Ben nestled against Callum’s chest. “He doesn’t like you.”
This was news. “Why not?” he asked. “I’m such a likable guy.”
A sigh greeted this blatant play for sympathy. “He says he can take care of Mommy. I want a daddy.”
Callum wrapped his arms around the boy. He didn’t want to make promises, not yet. Having barged into his family’s lives without warning, he had no right to try to change everything to suit himself.
Although he hadn’t deliberately abandoned them, five years ago he’d been so absorbed in trying to make a go of his Web site that he’d only called Jody once after he got home, and hadn’t pressed to make sure she felt all right about what had happened between them. Maybe if he had, she’d have told him the truth. At the very least, he didn’t want to upset the delicate balance she’d achieved in his absence.
“You do have a daddy,” he told Ben. “I’m him, and from now on I’m going to see you as often as I can. But my magazine is based in Los Angeles, which is a long ways from here.”
“You can take a plane,” said his son.
“You mean commute long-distance? It’s a bit far,” Callum said.
The child yawned and snuggled closer. “We need a daddy who lives around here.”
Callum frowned. “Anyone in particular?”
Ben didn’t answer. Apparently he’d fallen asleep between one breath and another.
As Callum carried his son across the hallway and tucked him into the top bunk, his mood darkened. He’d only just discovered that he had a family. He wasn’t about to lose them to some Johnny-on-the-spot.
The key was to get rid of those other guys before Jody foolishly married one of them. All he lacked was a plan.
By morning, he intended to come up with one.
JODY AROSE EARLY, downed a bowlful of cereal and went about tending the animals with Freddy’s help. Usually Louise came by to fix breakfast and watch the boys, but Jody had given the girl the day off, assuming Callum would want to fill that role.
In their stall, Elsie and Half-Pint had settled into wary mutual toleration, she was pleased to note. At least one relationship was on track around here.
It was several hours later before Jody returned to the big house. In the play yard, Ben dug in the sandbox while Jerry swung as high as he could on the swing set.