The Bachelor's Baby Dilemma. Sheri WhiteFeather

something to take his mind off doing bad things to her. “I think I’ll grab some chips and dip.”

      He prepared a plate and stood off to the side, trying to clear the sexual toxins from his pores. But it didn’t work. The spices in the guacamole were as sizzling as he’d assumed they would be, making his blood hotter.

      She went back to the corn, leaving him to his own devices. He drank the rest of his lemonade, wishing he could douse himself with it instead.

      Luckily, Eric and Dana and their son soon arrived, and Tanner gladly redirected his focus.

      He and Eric shook hands, and introductions were made. Dana said hello and offered a big smile. She was a shapely blonde who appeared to be in her mid-to-late twenties, whereas Eric was in his forties. Tanner hadn’t expected an age difference. But it didn’t matter. They looked natural together.

      As for Jude, he was a cute little pistol, with his father’s Native coloring and his mother’s bright blue eyes. He squirmed and laughed and tried to leap out of Dana’s arms to get to Candy.

      “Canny!” he squealed in his toddler speak.

      “Jude!” she replied with equal enthusiasm and reached for him. Just as quickly, he was looped around her, puckering up for a kiss. Smack. Smack. The exchange was deliberately loud and admirably sweet.

      “He adores her,” Dana said with pride.

      Tanner merely nodded. He couldn’t seem to stop watching them. Jude rested his head against Candy’s shoulder and flashed a set of devilish dimples. In that cozy instant, Tanner wondered, once again, why she hadn’t had kids of her own. But mostly he wondered about her ex and why their marriage had gone south.

      “Is everyone ready to barbecue?” Candy asked, adjusting the imp in her arms.

      “Yes, let’s do it,” Dana replied, reaching for a platter.

      Eric helped carry the food, too. He also offered to fire up the grill, and he and his wife went outside together. Yogi followed them out the door. Somewhere between the floriography and Eric’s family arriving, Tanner had lost track of the dog.

      And now he and Candy were alone in the kitchen with the other couple’s child. Jude was still nuzzled against her shoulder, using it like a pillow.

      The boy cocked his head and pointed to Tanner. “You?”

      “Me?”

      “He wants to know your name,” Candy said.

      Tanner cleared his throat. He didn’t know how to have a conversation with a toddler. Too many years had passed since Meagan was little, and as vivid as his memories about Ella were, she was too young to have started talking before she died.

      He gave it his best shot. “I’m Tanner.”

      “Tanny,” the boy replied.

      Canny for Candy, and Tanny for him. Was Jude lumping them together in his young mind? Should he correct him?

      Tanner looked to Candy for help. But she was biting back a grin, as if she thought it was funny. He was outnumbered. He’d probably been outsmarted, too. For all he knew, Jude was a prodigy who could speak like a scholar.

      The three of them went outside to join Eric and Dana, and the barbecue got under way.

      Eric cooked the steaks. He also placed the tofu kebabs Candy had fixed for herself on the grill.

      When they sat down to eat, Jude reached for his mother, then his father, then went back to Candy, taking turns on each adult’s lap. Tanner was getting dizzy just watching him. It was like musical chairs without the music.

      As he watched the scene unfold, he felt slighted that he’d been left out. Yet he was relieved, too. He had mixed emotions about being part of Jude’s hold-me circle. He wasn’t sure if he could’ve handled it. But that didn’t stop him from analyzing every move the little tyke made.