Before he could say so, Grandma Tessa opened the back door. “Mia, you have a call from the law school.” She saw Rafael and frowned. “I’ll stay with him if you want to take the call.”
Mia glanced at him and he raised both hands. “I give you my word that I will not attempt to kidnap our son while you’re gone.”
“I didn’t think you would.”
“Now you are the liar.”
“Rafael…”
“Take your call. I will be here when you return.”
She went into the house. Grandma Tessa came out onto the porch and stood with her arms folded across her chest. Rafael smiled at her.
Daniel stood and crossed to him. “I want to go riding some more.”
“Tomorrow,” Rafael promised. “Your mother will take you.”
“Mom will just say no,” Daniel said glumly. “I want to ride when I want.” The boy leaned against him. “Daddy, can I come live with you?”
Under other circumstances, the question would have pleased him. However, he was now familiar with the mercurial nature of a four-year-old’s emotions.
Feeling Grandma Tessa’s sharp glare, he said, “You live with your mother and her family. I know you love them all very much.”
Daniel stepped back and shook his head. “I want to live with you. I want to ride my pony all the time. I’m the heir.”
Rafael knew he had no one but himself to blame for the “heir” nightmare.
“I’m the heir,” Daniel repeated, then began to cry.
Grandma Tessa took a step toward them, but Rafael waved her back. Then he dropped to his knees and hugged his son.
“You have had so many changes in such a short period of time,” he told the boy. “I think we all need to take a little time and get used to them before doing anything drastic like moving away from home. Besides”-he kissed the top of the boy’s head-“your mother would be lost without you. She loves you so much.”
Daniel sniffed. “She would cry if I was gone.”
“Yes, and that would make you feel bad. Do you like making your mother cry? I never did.”
Daniel stared into his eyes. “You could come live here, like before. That was nice.”
“It was nice. But remember all the changes? Let’s get used to what we have now.”
He heard a sound and saw Mia standing next to her grandmother. There were tears in both women’s eyes.
He hadn’t said the words for her, nor did her tears matter. She’d already made her case very clear. She didn’t trust and she didn’t want to trust him. He had come so very far only to realize he had lost.
He kissed Daniel again, then stood. “I should be getting back,” he said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Mia groaned at the thought of an eight o’clock class, but it was the only time the stupid subject was offered and she couldn’t risk missing out. She entered the number into the box on the computer screen and hit the Enter key. The screen cleared, then offered to let her print out her fall schedule.
She turned on the printer and tried to work up some enthusiasm about her upcoming semester. She was nearly done. Shouldn’t she be thrilled at the prospect of finally getting a job in the real world? After all, her compromise with Rafael might have her working in Rome or Paris.
She tried to convince herself that easy access to Italian shoes was going to be fabulous, only she knew she was lying.
“It’s all his fault,” she whispered to the empty room. Ever since Rafael had left, she hadn’t been able to think about anything but his backhanded proposal.
Did the man really think she was willing to play that game again with him? Hadn’t she made it clear she would never, ever trust him?
Apparently in his world things like trust didn’t matter. He was willing to do anything to be with his son, even marry her. Well, golly, allow her to pause right here and feel the love.
A sharp pain cut through her. All the sarcasm in the world couldn’t disguise how much she hurt. Love. Rafael didn’t love her. She was a necessary evil in his plan to be a father. Worst of all, she couldn’t blame him. Because if their roles were reversed, she would be willing to marry him just to be near Danny.
But she didn’t want a duty proposal. That was almost more insulting than a pity one. She wanted the impossible. She wanted him to love her.
“Grow up,” she told herself. “Men like him don’t fall in love, and if they do, it’s not with women like me.” Regular women. Oh, sure, there was the whole Grace Kelly thing, but seriously, who would consider her normal?
The library door opened and Grammy M poked her head in. “Is Danny here?” she asked.
“What? No. I saw him about an hour ago. He was watching a video and said he’d come in when he was finished.” Her stomach clenched. “He’s not in the family room?”
Minutes later it was clear he wasn’t anywhere in the house. The Grands were hysterical and Mia wasn’t far behind.
“Call Joe,” she told them as she threw open the back door and ran outside.
“Danny!” she yelled. “Danny?”
There was no answer.
This wasn’t right. He never went outside without telling someone. He never went anywhere on his own. He was a good boy who loved hanging out with his family.
She raced around the lawn, checked the garage, then came to a stop in front of Gaspare’s makeshift stable. The pony was gone.
She remembered how Danny had wanted to keep riding. How he’d had a fit about stopping. Oh, God. If he’d taken the pony, he could be anywhere. He could-
Rafael! Danny had wanted them to all be a family again.
But he didn’t know his way to the hotel. Sure, he’d seen it but…
Panic exploded. He might know enough to try. What if he had? It was hot and he was so small. The hotel was eight or nine miles away, and between here and there were acres of vineyard and a four-lane highway. There were a million places for a little boy to get lost, or hurt.
Or worse.
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The fear lived inside of Mia, growing, sucking her strength, making her want to fall to the ground and beg for mercy. Only there was no one to bargain with. She left the prayers to the Grands and their rosaries. She preferred action.
“How long?” she demanded.
Joe typed on the computer. “Fifteen minutes, tops.”
“It’s hot,” she reminded him. “Too hot for a little boy to be out riding. The best we can figure is he’s been gone an hour.”
She tried to stick to facts because thinking about what could be happening to her son could very easily drive her to madness. She paced the length of Joe’s office, then looked out the window.
“Rafael will be here soon,” her brother told her.
“I wasn’t sure he should come,” she said. “Maybe he would do better to search the roads.”
“It’s too early. There’s no way that pony is going to make it through the vineyard in an hour. I’m guessing Danny is lost in the vines, and as soon as the GPS is up and running, we’ll find him. Go back to the house, get your supplies, and wait for Rafael. I’ll call you in less than fifteen minutes.”
Mia nodded, then ran to her car. Three minutes later she was at the house.
The Grands had already prepared a backpack containing a first-aid kit, water, and cut-up fruit. There was also a hat for Danny, to help keep the sun off him.
“You’ll find him,” Tessa said through her tears. “I’ve been praying.”
“We both have. God protects the wee ones,” Grammy M told her.
Mia wasn’t so sure God protected little boys who willfully ran away, but she couldn’t say for sure either way.
“Keep praying,” she said. Maybe it would help.
Tessa touched her arm. “We’re sorry.”
Mia paused in the act of dropping her cell phone into her shorts front pocket. “What? Sorry?”