Her Passionate Pirate

Liza peered at her. “He knocked on the door.”

Cora ignored that. “Kaitlin said you could sleep in her bed tonight.”

“I don’t want to go bed.”

“Molly and Kaitlin are waiting for you.”

Liza’s jaw set in a stubborn line. “No. I don’t like going to bed.” She patted Rafael’s chest. “He doesn’t, either.”

Cora gave him a dry look. “Is that so?”

“I said I didn’t like to sleep. I didn’t say anything about going to bed.” Before Cora could respond, he tickled Liza’s ribs. “Tell you what, Liza, will you go to bed if I tell you a story?”

Her look was skeptical. “What kind of story?”

“What kind of stories do you like?”

She seemed to consider it for a long moment. “Can it have a pirate in it?”

“Sure.”

“And a dog?”

“Absolutely. A dog named Melody.” At the sound of her name, Melody got to her feet, then followed him when he started toward the stairs.

“And ice cream?”

“What flavor?” He shot Cora a silent invitation as he started up the stairs. Cora mumbled something to Becky, then fell into step behind them.

Liza pursed her lips. “I like chocolate.”

“Not pickle?”

Liza’s face scrunched. “Eeeew.”

“What about cabbage?”

“There’s no such thing as cabbage ice cream.”

“You sure?”

“Sure. That’s gross.”

He reached the top of the stairs, then met Cora’s gaze above Liza’s head. Raising a hand, Cora indicated the room to the right of the landing. He headed down the hall. “All right, chocolate. If it has a pirate, a dog and chocolate ice cream, do you promise to go to bed?”

“What if the thunder comes back?”

The storm was nearly over. The thunder already sounded distant. “Then you can get up,” he promised.

Liza laid her head against his chest. “Okay.”

The door was open and soft light spilled into the hallway. Rafael entered the room to find Molly and Kaitlin having a quiet argument over a book.

“I want to read it,” Molly insisted.

“You can’t,” her sister said. “It’s mine.”

“Girls,” Cora said from the door. “I told you to share the book. Molly, Kaitlin’s letting you sleep in her room. Let her have the book back.”

Molly hesitated, then released the book. “How come she always gets her way?” she demanded.

Kaitlin glared at Cora. “I don’t have to share it if I don’t want to. Mama gave it to me. It’s mine.”

Rafael saw Cora close her eyes in weary acquiescence. She hadn’t followed him into the room. Instead, she leaned against the doorjamb. “Fine,” she said quietly. “Just quit fighting about it.”

He set Liza on the bed and waited for her to scramble beneath the covers next to Molly. When she and the stuffed rabbit were properly settled, he looked at Kaitlin. “Your sister requested a story. Is that all right with you?”

Kaitlin stared at him, wide-eyed. A rumble of thunder had Liza clutching the covers and pleading with her. “Please, Kaitlin. He said he’d put a pirate in it.”

Rafael nodded. “And a dog named Melody.”

Melody had followed them upstairs. She now rubbed against his leg. He scratched her ears until she dropped to the floor and thumped her tail on the carpet.

“I’m too old for bedtime stories,” Kaitlin informed him carefully.

“Naturally,” he concurred. “I’m telling it to Liza. You don’t have to listen if you aren’t interested.”

She hesitated a second longer, then nodded. “Okay.”

No wonder, Rafael thought, that she and Cora were having trouble getting along. She liked control as much as her aunt did. He sat on the edge of the bed and started to spin a tale about pirate ships and treasure, chocolate ice cream and a dog named Melody. Liza yawned and rubbed her eyes with her fist. Molly fought her drooping eyelids. Kaitlin sank deeper beneath the covers and watched him, cautiously but intently. When he saw Liza’s eyes drift shut and her mouth go slack, he glanced at Molly and Kaitlin. Both were asleep.

He looked at Cora, who still stood by the door. Raising a hand to his lips, he cautioned her to be silent. She nodded and flipped the lights off. The glow of a night-light cast long shadows in the room. Easing off the bed, he walked to the door. Cora stepped aside to let him pass, then pulled the door partially shut as she joined him in the hall.

He gave her a dry look. “Mission accomplished.”

“Congratulations,” she said. “I’ll see what I can do about nominating you for the Nobel peace prize.”

He laughed softly as they walked toward the stairs. “Is bedtime always like this?”

“Mostly. The storm made it worse than usual.” She hesitated. “They miss their mother. Something like a bad storm makes them miss her more.”

He nodded. “When is she coming back for them?”

Cora shrugged. “I wish I knew.”

The frustration in her voice made him frown. Cora turned away and would have started down the stairs, but he touched her elbow, halting her progress. “You’re very good with them,” he assured her.

Her eyebrows lifted. “You’re the one who talked them to sleep.”