Someone Like You. Susan Mallery

night-light glowed, illuminating his way. When he was in the hall, he stopped and rubbed the back of his neck. She still hadn’t called him Dad or Daddy. She’d avoided addressing him as anything. Was she punishing him, or had he simply lost the right to be called that?

      Not sure of the answer, he walked downstairs. The silence filled the space like a living creature. He stood in the center of the living room and wondered what happened next. How did he fix things with his daughter? How did he work his job, satisfy Hollis, heal the emotional breach and figure out what to do next?

      Footsteps on the porch gave him a more immediate task. He crossed to the front door and pulled it open. Jill smiled at him.

      “I know you didn’t eat. I tried not to care, but I couldn’t stand it, so I brought lasagna.”

      She stood with the single bulb adding a warm caramel cast to her dark hair, a foil-covered plate thrust out like an offering.

      “I never could resist a woman with food,” he said, pushing the door open wide. “Want to keep me company?”

      “Sure. Is Emily in bed?”

      “Yeah.”

      She gave him the plate and followed him to the kitchen. This house was similar to her aunt’s, with a couple hundred more square feet and a bigger lot.

      “Can I offer you anything?” he asked. “Beer, wine, Pop-Tarts?”

      She laughed. “How about wine? I’ve only had one glass and that was about three hours ago, so I’m probably safe.”

      “Not looking for a repeat of yesterday?”

      “I think not. I like to keep my passing out to a minimum.”

      “Probably a good policy.”

      He grabbed a bottle of cabernet from a small wine rack on the counter and opened it. When he’d poured them each a glass, he sat across from her and removed the foil. The delicious smell made his stomach growl.

      “I knew you hadn’t eaten,” she told him.

      “Em was full when I brought her home and it seemed like too much trouble to fix something just for me.”

      “Typical male,” she murmured, and sipped her wine.

      “That’s a little judgmental.”

      “But true.”

      He ignored that and took a bite of the lasagna. Even if he hadn’t been starved it would have been delicious. “Your aunt sure knows how to cook.”

      “Agreed. I had two servings at dinner.” She leaned back in her chair. “As did your daughter. Want to know how we got Emily to have some?”

      He glanced down at the tomato sauce covering the lasagna and remembered his daughter dressed entirely in purple. “She didn’t put up a fuss?”

      “We played dress-up. Funny how the princess dress just happened to be red. She didn’t change back into her regular clothes until after the meal.”

      “Pretty slick.”

      “You’ll have to thank my aunt, not me. She’s the one who came up with the idea.”

      He put down his fork. “I’m sorry she’s so difficult.”

      “Emily? She’s not. She’s a sweetie.”

      “But she’s dealing with some tough issues. The divorce. Being here for the summer.”

      “Of course. It’s all been strange for her, but if the worst of it is a little manipulation of the adults around her by being picky with food, I think you’re going to be fine. It’s a pretty safe way to act out.”

      He hadn’t thought of it that way.

      Sometime in the past few hours, Jill had let down her hair…literally. It fell long and straight to the middle of her back. She had even, delicate features—wide-set eyes, a straight nose and a stubborn pointed chin. She’d been a cute kid, but she was a beautiful woman. He vaguely remembered her having a crush on him when she’d been fifteen or sixteen. If she trailed after him with those puppy-dog eyes now, he’d have a hell of a time resisting her.

      “How was your meeting with the social worker?” she asked.

      He tore a piece of garlic bread in half and handed it to her. “You don’t want to know.” “That bad?” “Worse. He’s an uptight just-graduated idealist who doesn’t think men in law enforcement make good fathers. I have to report to him every other week, take care of Emily and not have any run-ins with the law.”

      “That doesn’t sound too difficult, unless you were planning to commit a felony or two.”

      “Not this week.” He sipped his wine. “I know his job is to keep Em safe. I want that, too. I want her to be happy. What I don’t like is dealing with Hollis.” He shrugged. “I’ll survive.”

      “Maybe you can catch him speeding and give him a ticket. That would be fun.”

      He grinned. “Good idea. I’ll alert my deputies.”

      She nibbled on the garlic bread. “Do you really like it here? Are you happy?”

      He didn’t think in terms of being happy or unhappy. He just was. “I’m glad to be back. As you pointed out, this is a great place to grow up. I’ve always liked the town. Even when I was a teenager and raising plenty of hell.”

      “So this is a permanent move?”

      “I’m running for sheriff in November.”

      Jill looked surprised. “An actual election?”

      “Not much of one. So far no one else is interested in opposing me.”

      “Wow. So you’re serious about sticking around.”

      “About as serious as you are about leaving.”

      “I thought you craved adventure,” she said, leaning forward and resting her forearms on the table. “Aren’t you the guy who joined the military to see the world?”

      “It was a way out. I knew I wouldn’t go anywhere here, except maybe to get into more trouble. Your father showed me that.”

      “He does like to save people, in his own meddling way. When he found out I’d left Lyle and been fired, he told me about the practice here.”

      “You could have told him no.”

      She laughed. “I suppose that’s true. In theory. But he’s very persuasive. Plus, I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I’ll manage until I land a job somewhere else.”

      “Go back to being a big-city lawyer.”

      “Oh, yeah.”

      He took the last bite of lasagna and pushed the plate away. “Let’s go get comfortable,” he said, picking up his glass and the bottle of wine.

      “Sounds good.”

      Jill followed him into the living room, where they settled on opposite ends of the worn sofa. Scattered rugs warmed up the hardwood floor. She liked the oversize fireplace and the big windows. During the day, this room would get a lot of light.

      “Nice,” she said. “How did you come to be in this house?”

      “It’s a rental. I’ll buy something after the election.”

      She still couldn’t believe he was willing to settle down here on purpose, but apparently he was.

      “We’re destined to live next door to each other,” she teased. “At least for the time being.”

      “Sounds like it. Of course, it’s much more interesting now.”

      She almost fainted from shock. Was he flirting with her? Whoa. No need to check her pulse to see if it had zipped into the aerobic