Almost Perfect. Сьюзен Мэллери

would have meant someone knowing there was a problem in the first place.

      She handed them each ten dollars, then walked them out to the gate. They waved and promised to be home right after school.

      “We can bake cookies before dinner,” she yelled after them.

      When they’d turned the corner, she headed back into the house and made a note of the cell phone errand and started a second grocery list that included ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. Once that was done, she called Peggy to have her overnight Ethan’s letter, along with some notes she’d left behind.

      When she hung up, there was plenty of thunking from upstairs, telling her Tyler was up and making his way to the shower. She paced nervously until he came downstairs and she was forced to act normal, then she chatted with him through his breakfast.

      “I thought we’d make cookies later,” she told him, as he finished up his cereal. “When your cousins get home from school.”

      He grinned. “Sweet.”

      “Is that about the cookies, or the fact that they still have school and you don’t?”

      He laughed. “Both.”

      He got up and carried his bowl to the sink. After rinsing it, he looked for a dishwasher, then frowned when he didn’t find one.

      “What am I supposed to do with it?” he asked.

      “Stack it in the sink,” she instructed, thinking if this were a made-for-TV moment, she would be smoking and looking for her morning shot of Jack Daniels. “We’re going to be washing dishes the old-fashioned way. By hand.”

      He looked confused, as if the concept was impossible to imagine. Liz agreed with him, but wasn’t willing to buy one for the few weeks they would be in town. At least there was a microwave. A true necessity, she thought. Popcorn was required for movie night.

      “What are we going to do today?” he asked, returning to the table.

      “I thought we’d take a walk through town,” she offered, studying his familiar features and wondering if anyone who saw him would guess the truth. To her he looked exactly like Ethan, but that could just be because she was looking for certain features. “Then you can play Xbox while I work.”

      His dark eyes crinkled. “I love summer vacation.”

      “I’m sure you do. But you aren’t going to spend three months getting great at your favorite game.” Once they were back in San Francisco, there would be classes and a couple of weeks at camp. Maybe there was a day program here she could get him in. And the girls, too, she thought. Although Melissa might be too old.

      “How about two months?” Tyler suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. “And twenty-nine days.”

      “Unlikely.” She drew in a breath and wished he was next to her so she could hold him tight. Because as soon as she said the words, everything was going to change. She knew that. The truth would change everything and they would never go back.

      “I have to talk to you about something,” she said, then added, “It’s not bad.”

      “Okay.”

      He waited patiently, trusting her. Because she’d never lied to him, had never let him down. She annoyed him because she was the mom and there were rules, but that was different. Expected.

      “You’ve asked me about your dad a lot,” she began. “And I would never talk about him.”

      He wrinkled his nose. “I know.”

      “I’m ready to talk about him now.”

      Tyler had been leaning back in the kitchen chair. But then he sat up and stretched his arms toward her, his expression expectant. “My dad?”

      She nodded. “He’s, um, he’s a good guy. A contractor. That’s someone who builds things, like houses and—”

      Tyler sighed heavily. “I know what a contractor is, Mom.”

      “Oh. Of course you do. Well, he’s a contractor and he also builds windmills. The kind that generate electricity.”

      “Wind turbines.”

      “What?”

      Tyler looked a little smug. “They’re called wind turbines.”

      “Thank you.” She shifted in her seat, wishing she didn’t have to tell him and that everything could stay the same. Only that was selfish. Tyler deserved to know his dad and Ethan…well, he deserved to know his son, too.

      “He lives here. In Fool’s Gold. You’re going to be meeting him tonight.”

      Tyler was out of the chair faster than light. He raced toward her, then threw himself at her and held on tight. “I’m meeting my dad? For real?”

      “Yes. I saw him last night and he wants to meet you.”

      Tyler stared into her eyes. “Tonight?”

      “At six.”

      An awkward time, she thought. They either had to eat really early or really late. Not that she would be in the mood for food and Tyler would probably be too excited, but the girls needed dinner.

      She would make them something at five, she thought absently, pulling the shopping list toward her.

      “My dad’s coming here?”

      “Uh-huh.”

      “You really saw him and everything?”

      She hugged him, wishing she could hold on tight forever. “I did.” She smoothed back his hair, then stared into his dark eyes. “Stuff with grown-ups gets complicated sometimes. I came back to talk to him about you when you were six. He wasn’t here. He was away on business. So I told someone else about you and she promised to tell him, only she didn’t.”

      That much was clear. Ethan had been beyond stunned by the news.

      “She lied?” Tyler sounded shocked. He was still young enough that he believed most adults told the truth.

      “She kept the truth to herself, which is pretty much the same thing. I thought he didn’t want anything to do with us, but I was wrong. He’s very excited to see you.”

      Tyler’s eyes widened with hope. “You think he’ll like me?”

      “I think he’ll adore you.” She touched his cheek. “You look a lot like him. The dark hair and eyes.”

      “But I have your smile.”

      “Yes, you do and I want it back.” She leaned in and tickled him.

      He laughed at that as much as at the familiar and silly joke.

      He leaned against her. “I wish I was still in school so I could tell everyone I have a dad, too.”

      “You’ll tell them in September.”

      “Do you think Dad will come live with us in San Francisco?”

      If she’d been standing she would have fallen on the spot. “Gee, ah, probably not. Your dad’s life is here, in Fool’s Gold. He has a big family. I don’t know who still lives here. Probably his mom and I would guess a few of his sisters.”

      Tyler stared up at her. “There’s more?”

      There was an entire herd, she thought grimly. Because Ethan’s relatives were also Tyler’s. The thought made her a little nervous. How could she compete with an entire family? Not that it was a competition, she reminded herself. But still…

      “You have two uncles, three aunts, who are triplets by the way, and a grandmother.”

      “Cool!”

      “I know,” she said with false excitement. “You’ll have so much family, you won’t know what to do with everyone.”