Single Mum Seeks…. Teresa Hill

least once. Although, he couldn’t see Jake refusing to listen to him to the point where the two of them got into a fight.

      Still, what did Nick know? Next to nothing about raising kids.

      Thank God they were boys.

      If they had been girls, he wouldn’t have had a prayer.

      Of course, if his sister had daughters, she probably wouldn’t have left them to Nick to raise.

      “I’m starving,” Jake said, sprawled out on the couch, eyes closed, head resting heavily against the back, long legs stretched out in front of him.

      “Tell me something I don’t already know,” Nick said, thinking of what kind of fast-food restaurants he’d seen on the drive over here in the truck.

      And then, the doorbell rang.

      Jake sat up and looked insanely hopeful. “Do you think it might be more fudge?”

      “I think we could use something more substantial than fudge. Don’t you?”

      “Guess so,” Jake said, dragging himself up to answer the door.

      Which was a good thing, because every muscle in Nick’s body was protesting the very idea of moving, which the kid would no doubt give him hell about.

      Nick didn’t want to be fifteen again for any amount of money in the world, but the body of a fifteen-year-old…That, he could handle, especially on days like today.

      Jake opened the door and grinned like crazy.

      Must be food.

      Nick forced himself up and to his feet, trying to make it without a grimace as his back protested fiercely. At least the kid didn’t see. He was focused completely on the baking dish placed in his outstretched hands.

      They made nice to the neighbor lady with the chicken cheddar noodle dish for a few minutes, then headed for the kitchen and scarfed it down right out of the pan, leaning over the kitchen countertop with a fork for each of them and nothing else.

      Jake’s mother would be appalled, Nick was sure, but hey, the kid was hungry and he was being fed.

      They washed it down with some more of Lily Tanner’s tea, Jake all but licking the chicken pan clean, like a puppy who hadn’t been fed in days.

      “I think I like this neighborhood,” he said. “Do you think someone will show up with dinner?”

      “We can hope,” Nick said.

      Lily had meant to get some work done that day. Truly, she had. She’d come home from next door and taken her temperature again, finding it still oddly normal, but still felt all flushed and shaky and…weak.

      Was she coming down with something?

      Had to be, she decided.

      What other explanation could there be?

      And then she went to work in her dining room, where the walls were nothing but Sheetrock, ready for taping and spackling, then wallpaper, paint and wood trim.

      She’d been an interior decorator before the girls were born, then a stay-at-home mom and then kind of fallen into the whole rehabbing thing. She’d convinced Richard they should sell their smaller house and buy a larger one in need of remodeling three years ago and hadn’t looked back since.

      A year there and a lot of work, mostly on Lily’s part, which she found she truly enjoyed, and they’d sold the house at a nice profit and bought another one.

      This was their fourth, bought just weeks before Richard announced he was leaving her, and as part of the divorce settlement, she owed him half the equity they had in the house when they’d first purchased it. But she had a full year in which to finish renovating it and she got to keep everything she got over the original purchase price.

      She’d worked hard to get that agreement and was counting on the profits from the house to allow her to outright buy a much smaller house for her and the girls to live in.

      So she did not lack work to do that day, but the phone never stopped ringing. It seemed half the neighbors in the cul-de-sac had seen her talking to that gorgeous specimen of man next door and wanted to know a) If he was really moving in, b) If the teenager was his son, and c) If the gorgeous man could possibly be single.

      Having all the answers to all three questions, Lily was a very popular woman that morning. Not to be outdone by a gift of fudge and iced tea, her neighbors promptly went to work.

      By noon, there was a veritable parade of women marching to the house next door, casserole dishes in hand, bright smiles on what looked to Lily like perfectly made-up faces and clothes more suited for a fancy lunch out than a casual drop-in on a new neighbor.

      “Shameless,” Lily muttered to herself, again at that kitchen window, watching Jean Sumner from three doors down show up in a low-cut sweater that hugged her more than ample curves. “Absolutely shameless.”

      Her new neighbors would enjoy the view much more than what Lily would bet was Jean’s curried turkey, which Lily knew from experience tended to be quite dry.

      Sissy Williams just happened to drop by in her little white tennis outfit, practically bouncing in enthusiasm as she presented them with what looked like a cake.

      Jake would like that.

      But the most shameless one of all, as far as Lily was concerned, was Audrey Graham, showing up at their front door in jogging shorts and a jog bra!

      “You could at least put a shirt on!” Lily muttered, knowing good and well the woman couldn’t hear her.

      At least Lily had shown up with all her clothes on, and she hadn’t dressed up. She felt vastly superior to the parade of neighbors she’d seen so far just because she hadn’t fussed over her appearance or shown an excessive amount of skin.

      She wondered if her neighbors, too, had felt a little feverish after their visits, because Nick’s shirt had come back off while he was unloading the truck. Lily couldn’t help but notice, being right next door and all.

      But she hadn’t gawked at him or anything like that. It was just that in passing by her kitchen window, which she did on a regular basis on any given day, she happened to glance out and there he was, him and Jake and a parade of food-bearing, scantily clad women.

      Lily had never known her neighbors to behave in this way. This was a very respectable street, in a well-respected neighborhood, after all.

      Lily’s sister called again, but Lily got away with being remarkably vague about her day, and there was no more talk about fudge of any kind. The girls came home from school, happy and full of energy until after she fed them and mentioned homework. At which point, they pled an overwhelming case of fatigue and collapsed on the floor of the family room, watching a Disney Channel movie until she shooed them off to bed at eight-thirty.

      Lily was loading the dishwasher a few minutes later when she caught sight of Jake cutting through the side yard and heading for her kitchen door.

      She didn’t fuss. Not really.

      Patted down her hair, checked her shirt to make sure she wasn’t dusty or really dirty, because she had gotten a little work in on prepping the dining-room walls that day, and then she pulled open the door.

      Jake stood there about to knock, looking like a giant puppy, all hair and ears and feet.

      “Hi. Get everything moved in?”

      “Yes, ma’am,” he said, coming inside.

      “You must be tired,” she said.

      “A little,” he admitted, like it would take more than a day like this to make a boy his age actually tired.

      “What can I do for you?” she offered.

      “Well…I kind of messed up, and I’m not sure what to do about it,” he confessed. “See, we had all these people come over and bring food.