Child of Her Heart

The hostess appeared then with just such an invention and showed Meredith how to safely place Anna’s carrier into the base.

“Isn’t that ingenious?” Feeling like the novice she was, Meredith smiled and thanked the young woman.

In a gentlemanly gesture, Justin held Meredith’s chair, then helped Lamond get settled on a booster seat.

“I take it you haven’t been out to eat much since Anna’s arrival,” he said with a good-natured smile.

“If you don’t count carryout or drive through, this is my first dinner out.” She picked up a menu and glanced at the selections. The list of grilled salmon, albacore tuna and fresh salads made her mouth water.

“What’s Anna going to eat?” Lamond asked.

“She won’t be hungry for a while,” Meredith replied. “I fed her right before we came here.”

“Oh. Read me the kids’ food, Dad. Please?”

Justin opened his menu and read the selection of children’s dinners.

“I want the tuna melt. Can I have two?”

Justin raised an ebony brow at his son. “You’re going to be growing out of all your clothes again, you keep eating so much.”

Lamond giggled.

Jonah opened a backpack he’d carried in and took out two coloring books and a box of crayons. The boys settled down to color brightly hued racing cars.

Meredith thanked the waitress who set glasses of water before them. She took a sip. “What a good idea to bring along something to entertain them.”

Justin had a nice smile that revealed even white teeth and disturbed her comfort level. He had a manner of looking at her that made her feel he was thinking more than he was saying. “It’s either that or constantly be nagging them not to play with the silverware and the condiments. Mauli’s great about picking up things to amuse them. She seems to know just what they like.”

“Where is Mauli tonight?”

“Taking in a movie with a girlfriend she met yesterday.”

Studying the menu, Meredith intuitively sensed stares from a nearby table and glanced in that direction. A couple with three children were seated at a round table. The youngest of the children played with an action figure on the tabletop, but the other two, a boy and girl of about seven and nine, stared at Jonah and Lamond, then at Anna in her seat and gave Meredith and Justin inquiring looks.

Their mother caught their attention and whispered something Meredith could only partially hear, but they reluctantly turned away. Meredith locked gazes with the woman momentarily, and seeming embarrassed, the young mother looked away quickly.

It was all those two children could do not to turn their heads and stare again. The woman had taken hold of the younger boy’s wrist on the tabletop as though warning him.

Discomfort at being the center of attention flooded Meredith, and warmth rose in her cheeks. Her stomach dipped nervously. She glanced around to see how many other people were looking at them, but didn’t notice anything unusual.

Returning her gaze to the menu but not able to concentrate, she glanced up and found Justin studying her solemnly.

Justin had seen the children’s curious gazes and hadn’t thought much of it. People probably saw them and assumed they were a family. His boys were quite dark-skinned, but if an onlooker thought Meredith was his wife, then they would just quite naturally think Anna was their child together.

He didn’t really care much what people thought, but it was apparent that Meredith did. The expression on her face and the tilt of her chin clearly showed a defensiveness that surprised him.

She was obviously uncomfortable with the attention that her child—and probably Justin’s company—drew. He didn’t need any complications in his life, in fact had vowed not to take on any, but for some reason he had the feeling that this young woman could use a friend.

Hell, everyone could use a friend. Even him—especially one this lovely. Though he surprised himself with the thought, he admitted he wouldn’t mind getting to know her better.

A whole lot better.

Three

The boys were happily coloring and hadn’t noticed the curious looks they’d received. Obviously embarrassed, Meredith took a calming breath.

Justin gauged her reactions.

Meredith seemed at a loss for words, her cheeks pink, her eyes overly shiny.

“What are you feeling?” he asked softly.

“Embarrassed.” She glanced to the side. “Defensive.”

“Deep down?” he asked. “What are you feeling underneath all that?”

Tears welled in her eyes and she blinked, holding her lips in a stiff line. “Disappointed. And hurt,” she said softly.

They’d only just met, but he knew it had been difficult to reveal those very private feelings.

Justin nodded and studied Meredith’s delicate features, her trembling lips. “Children are just naturally curious.”

It was difficult enough adjusting to a new baby and the changes that a child brought to one’s life, but she was apparently doing it on her own. As the mother of a half-black child, she’d no doubt already experienced her share of prejudice. She was feeling defensive with good reason. But that baby had been conceived by a black man. Hadn’t she ever gone out to dinner with the baby’s father, hadn’t she seen people’s reactions before?

She was struggling, hurting, and he didn’t know whether it had been a good idea to subject her to his company and the stares that accompanied it. She hadn’t seemed to mind their company on the beach, but being with other people was a different matter.

Meredith seemed tenderhearted and vulnerable, and that combination of innocence intrigued him. “I think you’re extraordinarily sensitive right now,” he said. “Possibly reading things into what’s merely simple curiosity.”

“You’re probably right. Thanks.”

He liked the way her smile lit up her hazel eyes. Today they’d seemed lit by the sun, but now they were dark and almost green. “Shall we enjoy ourselves?”

She nodded, grateful for his sensible and reassuring words. When the waitress returned, Meredith ordered and Justine ordered for himself and the boys. “Would you care for wine?” he inquired.

“Thank you, but I can’t,” she replied. “You go ahead.”

“Just a glass for me,” he said to the waitress. “You’re nursing,” he said after she’d gone.

She nodded, a little surprised at his frankness, but not embarrassed.

“Wise choice. How do you manage when you go to work?”

“I’ve taken a leave of absence from my job.”

“That’s great. What do you do?”

“I’m a pediatric physical therapist.”