Ready, Set, I Do!. Cindy Kirk

them away.

      Though she hadn’t yet made up her mind about his offer, it was obvious Winn needed a friend to help him traverse this difficult time.

      “I was thinking of heading out to my parents’ ranch,” she said in an offhand tone. “It’s a nice day to ride horses, maybe have a picnic. You and Cam are welcome to join me.”

      Cam lifted his head at the mention of horses, but his hand remained firmly on the dog’s back. “W-would Bandit come, too?”

      Hailey nodded.

      Winn glanced down at his tailored pants and shirt. “I’m not dressed for riding.”

      “Hmm.” Hailey brought a finger to her lips. “You could change. Perhaps into something less stodgy.”

      Winn’s dark brows winged up.

      “Oops, I meant to say something more comfortable.”

      That brought a chuckle from Winn. “Give me a few minutes to make a couple of calls and get out of these ‘stodgy’ clothes.”

      Hailey’s lips twitched before she turned her attention to the boy. “Cam, would you like to keep Bandit company while I toss together a picnic lunch?”

      Cam’s head jerked up and he glanced at his father.

      “Up to you,” Winn said.

      “Okay.”

      The boy followed her into her condo and glanced around. She wondered if he noticed the difference between her overstuffed sofa with its colorful pillows and eclectic wall art and his father’s perfectly decorated interior.

      She doubted it. Cam was so focused on Bandit he barely gave anything around him a second glance. But when she pulled out French bread then started to cube some cheese, the boy moved to the counter to watch.

      “I—I already ate,” he stammered.

      Though his eyes didn’t meet hers, Hailey saw it as a positive that the boy had initiated the conversation. “Riding horses always makes me hungry. I bet it makes you hungry, too.”

      Cam shrugged. After a couple of seconds, he took a tentative step forward.

      “You smell good,” he told her. “M-my mommy, sh-she smelled good, t-too.”

      Out of the corner of her eye, Hailey caught sight of Winn, who’d just entered her condo. He paused at Cam’s words.

      “You must miss her,” Hailey murmured.

      “Sh-she m-might be coming to get me.” Cam looked up then and Hailey saw confusion and hope in his childish eyes. “P-people say she’s dead. B-but what if she’s looking for me? She m-might go to my house, but I—I won’t be there. Sh-she w-w-won’t know where I am.”

      It was a lot of words, filled with emotion and struggle. Hailey didn’t interrupt and her heart ached at the underlying pain.

      She swallowed hard against the lump in her throat and considered her response. Though undoubtedly this was something Winn should handle, the boy had shared his fears with her. It seemed wrong to ignore the question or redirect him to his dad.

      “Your mother was a wonderful person who loved you very much.” Hailey gentled her tone and met his gaze. “But she won’t be coming back. Not because she wouldn’t want to be with you, but she can’t.”

      Tears spilled from those big sad hazel eyes and slipped down his cheeks. Answering ones welled in hers.

      She placed a light hand on the small bony shoulder. “But your dad is here and—”

      “M-my daddy is dead.” Cam jerked away, clenching his small hands into fists at his sides.

      “He isn’t dead, honey,” Hailey said gently, not bothering to hide her confusion. “Your dad is right behind you.”

      Cam turned. His jaw jutted up when his gaze settled on Winn. He shook his head. “That’s not my dad.”

      Hailey saw Winn tense.

      “Of course he is,” Hailey protested.

      “He’s not,” the boy doggedly insisted. “Mommy told me.”

Chapter Five

      Hailey’s smile froze on her lips.

      “Cameron. We’ll discuss that later.” Almost unrecognizable in worn jeans and a chambray shirt, Winn crossed the room and placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “For now, I’d like you to take Bandit into the living room. I saw a brush on the coffee table. I bet Miss Hailey would like it if you’d brush him for her.”

      “That’d be wonderful.” Confused, Hailey forced some enthusiasm into her voice. “Turn on the television if you’d like. Cartoons should be on one of the channels.”

      Cameron’s gaze shifted from Hailey to his father and then to the dog. “C’mon, Bandit.”

      Sending the boy from the room didn’t make sense to her. Why didn’t Winn simply reassure Cam he was very much alive?

      Once the sound of cartoon laughter and music filled the air, Hailey turned to Winn. She gestured with her head toward the living room. “What did he mean that his mother said you weren’t his dad?”

      “Do you have coffee?” Winn raked a hand through his hair, the gesture disturbing the expensive cut.

      Hailey hesitated then moved to the counter and pulled out a tray of coffee pods. “What would you like?”

      “Regular. Black.”

      She brewed a cup for him and then one for herself. After placing the mugs on the table, she took a seat opposite him and fixed her gaze on his face. “What’s going on, Winn?”

      “I didn’t want to pull you into this right now, but since Cam brought it up and you may be watching him, you should know.” Winn kept his voice low, though the sound from the other room made it impossible for Cam to hear even if he’d been speaking normally.

      Winn took a sip of coffee and leaned back in the chair, but relaxed wasn’t a word she’d use to describe him. Despite his bland expression, she could feel his restrained energy simmering in the air.

      “I met Cam’s mother at a party. She was a kindergarten teacher and a breath of fresh air compared to the type of women I normally dated.” Winn relayed the information as if giving a business report to a board of directors. “We began dating, grew closer and became intimate. She mentioned Brandon only as a guy she’d once dated. As I’d had a couple semiserious relationships myself, I didn’t think much of it.”

      Hailey sipped her coffee more for something to do than out of thirst.

      Winn’s gaze darkened. “We’d been together almost a year when things started heading south. I admit I’d let a project I was working on consume me, but she didn’t even try to understand. Nothing I did pleased her. We argued constantly. After a big fight, she moved out. I called her a couple of times, but she didn’t return my calls.”

      “When was this?” Hailey asked quietly.

      “Almost nine years ago.” He wrapped his hands around the ceramic mug. “Seven months later I learned from a friend Vanessa was pregnant and ready to deliver. I didn’t doubt the baby was mine because we’d been together at the time he was conceived and Vanessa wasn’t the kind to cheat.”

      The conversation was getting pretty doggone personal. She wondered if she should change the subject. Instead, she found herself asking, “What happened then?”

      “I went to her. Confronted her. Demanded to know why she hadn’t informed me she was pregnant.” The hard opacity of his eyes was at odds with his matter-of-fact tone.

      Though Hailey completely understood Winn’s