Love by the Yard (13 page)

“I can't tell you.”

Suddenly, she didn't want to know. She was too afraid.

The second she handed him the keys, he was gone.

Eleven

Brendan parked his truck in front of Shanna's house, retrieved the last can of paint he would need, and walked into the backyard.

As always, Boffo ran to greet him. This time, though, as soon as he gave the dog his cursory pat, Boffo ran back to Brendan's mother, who was bound and determined that she was going to finish painting the fence today, no matter what.

The last part of his multilayered project, the fence, was done. Or it would be done, as soon as his mother finished painting it.

Shanna's yard had turned out to be one of his best contract projects. The seams in the sod were all grown together, and the yard was spectacular with the colors of a variety of roses, azaleas, and a couple of rhododendrons planted along the back fence. The two rock gardens he'd designed over the boulders he couldn't move were already awash with a rainbow of colors in the pansies and the flowing white and dark green of the low-growing alyssum.

Nearer to the house was the playscape, very different than his original plans. There was nothing more he could do to make it bigger or better. Any more, and he would probably need a building permit and to ask the city council for rezoning.

He'd even built a bird feeder and hung it in the back corner. Already it had attracted the usual sparrows, as well as a few rose-breasted grosbeaks and various nuthatches. He'd also seen a couple of yellow finches close by, but not at the feeder, because they kept away from people.

Fortunately, he'd thought ahead and built it strong enough to withstand the weight of a pair of Steller's jays that came by almost every morning for a snack.

Brendan grinned as he remembered the first time Shanna had seen a Steller's jay so close. Most people, even those who lived here, called them blue jays, but they weren't. Blue jays had blue heads and crests, and they lived on the East Coast and toward the center of the continent. Steller's jays had black heads and crests and lived on the West Coast. Since they were a bit on the shy side for such a large bird, few people realized their size.

Under the eaves, on the back deck where he'd built a special lounger, he'd hung a hummingbird feeder. Even Boffo respected the tiny, brightly colored birds and their buzz of activity as they drank the red nectar, which he'd taught the children to make.

He looked into the corner of the yard at the doghouse. Or rather, the dog mansion. It was a perfect replica of the house, including a picture window, a shingled roof, and gutters, and it contained a king-sized dog bed that was raised off the ground. If only he could convince Boffo to use it.

In the back corner opposite the doghouse, he'd constructed a few collapsible hurdles, a line of poles for Boffo to weave through, a small bridge, a suspended hoop, and a cloth tunnel that he made out of heavy netting. The children had already devised a routine for it, although most of the time they ended up running through everything while Boffo sat and watched.

There was nothing more for Brendan to do. His job here was done.

He watched Shanna through the office window, sitting at her desk, concentrating intently on her work.

Ever since Ray's last visit, if it could be called a visit, she'd hardly spoken to Brendan, and he didn't know why. He'd done his best to act as a mediator, and as far as he knew, things were going well. Ray had promised to leave Shanna alone, and he'd finally agreed that he had no real claims on the car or anything else that used to belong to Roger. Brendan did notice Ray's failure to apologize to Shanna as promised, but he would take that one step at a time. The most important thing was that Ray had stopped bullying Shanna, and he said he would try counseling. Brendan prayed about it daily and would continue to do so, even if it took twenty years, although he hoped it wouldn't take that long for Ray to get his life sorted out.

Brendan walked to his mother and set the pail of paint on the ground beside her. “Here you go. The last one.”

He straightened and was about to leave, but his mother grabbed his sleeve. “Wait. I have a surprise for you. Come with me.”

She laid her paintbrush carefully on the tray and led Brendan into Shanna's office.

Shanna stop typing and looked up at him. “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” Kathy chorused proudly. “But since everything is going to be finished this afternoon, I thought we should all take a little time and have a picnic for lunch.”

Shanna leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. “A what?”

“A picnic. I made a nice lunch for all of us this morning and packed it all up, ready to go. Everything is made, even a pitcher of nice cold iced tea.” She made a great show of checking her wristwatch. “And it just happens to be lunchtime right now. Just let me cover up my painting things and we can go.”

Shanna glanced back and forth between Brendan and his mother. Brendan knew better than to try to change his mother's mind or her plans.

“Go?” Shanna asked. “Go where?”

“We're going to go to the park at the community center. It's close but still away from home. Certainly you can spare half an hour.”

“I. . .” Shanna's voice trailed off.

Brendan shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't going to argue with his mother. The surprise outing would give
him a chance to talk to Shanna without distraction or
interruption, since his mother was there and could watch the children.

Shanna sighed. “Okay. Maybe a break away from home is a good idea.” She tapped a few more keys, hit
Save
, logged off, then copied her data to her flash drive and tucked it into her purse. “I'm ready.”

Kathy scurried to her painting supplies, covered everything, closed the paint can, then pulled three backpacks out of the fort in the playscape. She helped the children with the two small ones and held the larger one out to Brendan.

“I guess we're walking,” he muttered as he slung the adult-sized pack over his shoulders and tucked his arms into the straps.

The children danced and skipped around Kathy, while Brendan kept a slower pace behind with Shanna.

Shanna didn't say anything, which he didn't think was good. Rather than dragging out the uncomfortable silence, Brendan struggled to fill all the empty airspace. He told her about his next big project, about some repairs he needed to do on his truck, about the things Boffo would learn when they signed him up for the agility team in the fall—anything that crossed his mind. It was the longest ten minutes of his life.

When they arrived at the park, he understood why the backpack had been so heavy. First, his mother pulled out a variety of containers containing different kinds of sandwiches, cut vegetables with dip, sliced fruit, three juice boxes, a coffee thermos, and a bin of chocolate chip cookies. After Shanna and Kathy arranged everything in the center of the blanket, Kathy allowed the children to empty their backpacks, which contained one sandwich and one juice box each.

“No cookies for you guys,” Brendan teased. “I carried the cookies, so I get first dibs.”

The children squealed, and when he laughed, Shanna elbowed him in the ribs.

The children ate quickly, then ran off to the swings, eating a cookie on their way. Shanna started to rise, but Kathy waved her hands in the air to keep Shanna seated. “Don't worry. I can push them. You stay here and relax.”

Brendan's breath caught. He suddenly knew that his mother had planned this outing for this reason. One day soon, he would have to do something extra special for her.

“I heard from Evelyn today,” Shanna said as she started to put the lids back on all his mother's lunch containers. “She told me that Ray has agreed to go to counseling and that he's already gone a couple of times. She told me to thank you for what you did.”

“Not a problem. I did what I could.”

She turned to him. “Why didn't you tell me where you were going when I gave you my car?”

“My friend told me not to tell anyone what I was doing in case there was a problem. If something went wrong, then the fewer people involved, the better. He said there could be liability issues.”

“So you really did have a friend?”

Brendan quirked one eyebrow. “I have lots of friends.”

Shanna's cheeks darkened. “I didn't mean it like that.”

“I know. My friend is a social worker, and I'm not going to tell you his name. He's got to be careful about what he says and whom he's talking to. He especially has to be careful with unofficial advice. All I could do was summarize what happened as a hypothetical situation, and he could only make suggestions and tell me where the law will step in and where it won't. He warned me that things can sometimes get really ugly in domestic violence cases and that I shouldn't tell you what I was doing, just in case something really went bad. He was adamant that you definitely shouldn't be there. I can tell you a little about what happened because, for now, it looks like things are getting better. Ray hasn't hit Evelyn or made any threats against Evelyn, or against you, since the day he stormed out of your place. I don't know how a mind works in a situation like that, but something seemed to snap when I told him that he was a coward.”

“A coward? I've always thought of him as a bully but never a coward.”

“He's a coward if the only way he can get what he wants is by striking out at those who are smaller and weaker than himself, especially women, who seldom hit back. Think about it. He only picks a fight in situations where he can't possibly lose.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide.

“Don't do that,” he mumbled. “I know what you're thinking. Most people are smaller and weaker than I am, and I know it. But I would never treat anyone that way. My mother raised me to treat people the way God would want me to. That's to treat others how I'd like them to treat me. With respect and dignity, and as an equal in God's sight.”

She didn't respond, so he didn't say anything, either. Instead of talking, they simply watched the kids on the swings and his mother taking turns pushing them. A man joined them. His mother remained beside Ashley, while the man remained behind Matthew.

“That's my neighbor, John. Sometimes your mother talks to him over the fence while she's painting. It's so sad. His wife died just after Roger and I bought the house. About a year later his son moved out, and he's been all alone. I guess he keeps busy, but he's still alone.”

“I know what you mean. My dad died when I was a kid, and I don't remember my mother dating back then.
I know she's been out for dinner a few times with a few different men, more often lately, but nothing ever seems to work out. I don't know why. I wish she would get remarried. She deserves to be happy.”

Brendan's heart pounded, and he forced himself to breathe. He turned to Shanna, picked up one of her hands, and cradled it gently within his.

“You deserve to be happy, too, Shanna. I want to be the one to make you happy again, but something's happened. I feel like you've cut me off, and I don't know why.”

She gulped and stared off into the distance, at her children. “It's hard to explain.”

“Please try.”

“It's not you. I don't know if I'm ready to think about relationships and stuff like that. I just want to concentrate on getting my business going and not neglect my kids.”

“I'm not asking you to neglect your kids. What I want to do is spend more time with you, maybe something. . . uh”—Brendan swallowed, struggling to come up with the word—“permanent.”

“Permanent?”

“Yes, permanent. Like married permanent. For life. Like until death do us part. Like getting old and gray together.”

Her face paled. “Is this a proposal? Here? In the park?”

Gently, he massaged her hand. “Yes, it is. If you want, I can take you out for an expensive dinner, and I'll do it properly.”

Her eyes widened and she stared at him.

“You can trust me to treat you the special way a man should treat the woman he loves.” He lowered his voice. “I do love you, Shanna. And I love your kids, too. If you would marry me, I'd want to adopt them as my own.” He gave her a weak grin. “Boffo, too. I just won't go so far as to say I love him, but I do like him.”

She didn't smile at his little joke. “I need to think about it. I didn't expect this. Whenever a man asks a woman to marry him, before that happens, she's already expecting it. I didn't.”

“It's okay. Take all the time you need.”

But really, it wasn't okay. Inside, a little piece of him died. He hadn't expected her to turn cartwheels, but he had expected a more positive reaction—and certainly something more encouraging.

Shanna leaned forward and started to tuck all the containers back into the backpack. “I think it's time for me to get back to work, and you, too.”

She handed him the backpack, and they both stood. Together they folded the blanket; then Shanna tucked it into the backpack and fastened it closed.

His mother didn't need signal flares. As soon as she saw them packing up, she got the children off the swings and brought them back to the picnic area, with Shanna's neighbor at her side. Shanna introduced the men to each other, and soon the group was on their way.