Suddenly You. Sarah Mayberry

then, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her hands clenched into tight little fists. Now, she was pink and plump, with pale, wispy hair. She looked like Steve. Almost disconcertingly so. It was weird seeing his friend’s features replicated on a tiny baby girl.

      “She looks like Steve,” he said.

      “Yes.”

      The way she said the single word made him remember he had no business being here. Steve was his mate, after all. Harry owed his first loyalty to him.

      He cleared his throat. “Anyway. The car. You should chase up your mechanic because the council are real sticklers about towing anything that looks like it’s been abandoned.”

      “I didn’t realize. I thought I’d have a few weeks …”

      A few weeks? To do what?

      Then it hit him—her worry at the roadside, the slightly shabby house, the fact that she was a single mother.

      She couldn’t afford to get her car fixed.

      Hence her delaying tactics when he’d mentioned having her car towed, and hence her need to wait a few weeks before she had the funds to repair it.

      He glanced around the room, racking his brain for a way to offer help without stepping on her toes—because he might not know Pippa that well, but he knew she had way too much pride to ask for help.

      “Listen, Pippa, why don’t I get my dad to tow the car to your place? At least you won’t have to worry about it being impounded.”

      She was shaking her head before he’d even finished speaking. “It’s great of you to offer again, Harry, but I’ll sort it. Thanks, though. And thanks for the heads up. I appreciate it.” She glanced at the wall clock. “I don’t want to hold you up.”

      She was fobbing him off. Getting ready to send him on his way.

      “How are you going to sort it?” he asked bluntly.

      “Sorry?”

      “How are you going to sort the car when you can’t afford to get it fixed?”

      Her chin jerked with surprise. “That’s not what this is about.”

      She was a terrible liar, her eyes blinking rapidly behind her glasses.

      “So I should call A1 Towing and get them to take the car to my work and ask my boss to quote on it for you, then?”

      She stared at him, her expression half frustrated, half chagrined. After a second she shook her head. “You don’t beat around the bush, do you?”

      “I’m hoping I might have a chance of getting to work on time if we cut some of the back and forth out of the way.”

      She gave a short, sharp laugh. “You always were honest to a fault. Okay, you’re right, Harry. I can’t afford to fix the car right now. I’m scraping some money together but the gas bill came in and I figure we need hot water more than we need a car. So maybe the council will impound my car and I’ll have to live with that until I can figure something out.”

      Pippa shrugged as though she didn’t give a damn but her cheeks were pink and her shoulders tense.

      He ran a hand over the top of his head, unsure where to go now that he’d gotten her to admit the truth. If it was one of his mates, he’d simply open his wallet and offer a loan on the spot. But as much as he liked her, Pippa wasn’t really his friend and he had no idea how she’d react if he offered her money.

      “What about Steve?” Because it seemed to him that was the next natural step, no matter the tensions between them.

      “No.”

      One word, very firm.

      “I know you guys have some issues, but he’d help out if he knew you needed it.”

      “I appreciate that you’re trying to help. You’re very sweet. But I can handle this.”

      “I’ll ask him. If it’d make it easier for you to swallow.”

      He didn’t know why he was making a federal case out of it. It was her car, her life. She was free to do whatever she liked. Certainly none of it was his responsibility. So why was he offering to be her mouthpiece with his best mate?

      Pippa sighed. “It’s incredibly generous of you to offer, but you don’t want to do that.”

      “I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it.”

      “I know. But it won’t make any difference. Steve won’t want to help me.”

      “Look, even if Steve’s pissed with you, he’ll step up.”

      “It’s nice you believe that, but since he’s gone to the trouble of falsifying the books for his business to avoid paying child support, you’ll understand if I don’t hold my breath on that one.”

      He was ready to jump to his mate’s defense. No way would Steve turn his back on his responsibilities. Alice was his kid, after all. His daughter.

      Something stopped him before the denial left his mouth, however.

      Maybe it was the world-weary note to Pippa’s voice and the steadiness of her gaze.

      Or maybe it was the memory of the utterly blank, disinterested expression on Steve’s face Friday night.

      “Like I said, I appreciate the heads up, Harry.”

      A phone rang in the next room.

      “I need to get that. It’s probably my boss….”

      She slipped into the adjacent room. A few seconds later he heard her take the call. Harry glanced around the kitchen again, his gaze landing on a stack of textbooks on the table. He read the title of the top book—Teaching Studies of Society & Environment in the Primary School—before his attention was drawn to the large bowl in the center of the table. Filled with odds and ends, it clearly functioned as a tabletop junk drawer—and right on top was a key ring with two car keys.

      In the next room, Pippa told someone she was ready and willing to do any and all extra shifts that were on offer. He could hear the strain in her voice. The fear.

      He didn’t stop to consider it, simply pocketed the keys. When Pippa returned, he said goodbye and bowed out. Once he got to his car, he tossed her keys onto the passenger seat then drove to work.

      He’d taken them on impulse, because the idea of walking away from her when she was clearly in need stuck in his craw, and because he couldn’t see any other way of convincing her to accept his help. Maybe it had been a mistake. Maybe he’d overstepped the mark, big time. After all, he had no vested interest in her or Alice or any of it.

      But he couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said about Steve, about him having engineered his finances to minimize his child support commitments. Harry couldn’t conceive of a circumstance where the mate he knew would do that. Steve was always first to buy a round of drinks or help out a friend moving furniture or some other favor. No way could all that generosity dry up when it came to his own flesh and blood.

      Pippa must be exaggerating. It wasn’t as though things had ended well between her and Steve. She was probably bitter and angry with him. Disappointed, too.

      Except she hadn’t exactly volunteered the information. Harry had had to push a few times before she’d spelled it out for him.

      Deeply uneasy, he grabbed his phone and dialed his father at the workshop.

      “It’s me. I need a favor. There’s an acid-yellow hatchback on the Nepean near the turnoff for the winery. Can you tow it to the workshop and I’ll come by to take care of it after work?”

      “You think I’ve got nothing better to do than run around doing favors for your mates?” His father’s words were tough, but there was no rancor behind them.

      “No.