Irresistible (Cloverleigh Farms #1)(42)

As expected, it was Frannie. Her usual warm, friendly expression was a mixture of relief and what-the-fuck.

“Hi,” I said quietly. “Come on in.”

She stepped into the house and I shut the door behind her. Crossing her arms over her chest, she eyed the beer bottle in my hand. “What’s going on? Where have you been?”

“At the ER with Winnie,” I said grimly.

Frannie gasped and dropped her hands. “Oh no! Is she okay?”

“Yeah. She fell down the stairs at my sister’s house. Knocked a tooth out and split her lip. Luckily, it was a baby tooth, but …” Shaking my head, I exhaled heavily. “There was a lot of blood and she needed stitches. She was pretty terrified.”

“Oh my God. That’s awful.” Her pretty features contorted in sympathy. “The poor thing. Where is she now?”

“She’s in bed upstairs. We got home about twenty minutes ago.”

“And the other kids?”

“Still at my sister’s in Petoskey. Frannie, I’m so sorry,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. My head was pounding. “This day has turned into such a fucking disaster.”

“It’s okay, but … why didn’t you call?”

“I can’t find my fucking phone. I don’t even remember where I had it last. I know my sister called me on it, frantic and crying, and then I jumped in the car, but I don’t know if I had it with me or not. I didn’t even realize it was missing until I was already at the ER.”

“Did you check the car?”

“Yeah, just a few minutes ago. But it was dark in the garage, and I didn’t want to leave Winn alone upstairs too long. I’ll search again tomorrow when it’s light out.”

“Oh, Mack. I’m sorry.” She slipped her arms around my waist and hugged me tight.

“I feel like such an asshole for doing this to you.” I wrapped my arms around her big puffy coat and kissed the top of her head. “This is exactly what I was talking about. This is the shit that’s going to happen.”

“Hush. You’re not an asshole. You’re a dad. I get it. It’s not like you stood me up on purpose.”

“No, but it still sucks. Want to come in for a beer? I know it’s not the night we planned, but now that you’re here, I’d love it if you could stay a little.”

“Sure.” She stepped out of her boots and unzipped her coat, which I hung up for her.

In the kitchen, I grabbed another beer from the fridge and popped the cap off before handing it to her. “It’s so fucking scary when something happens to one of them. There’s nothing worse than seeing your child in pain and being helpless to make it better. And it was worse because I wasn’t there when it happened. I feel so guilty, especially because I’d been so glad to have them out of the house for the night.”

Frannie took a sip from her beer and leaned back against the counter. “You shouldn’t feel guilty, Mack. You take care of them twenty-four-seven. Anybody would be glad for a break.”

“I guess.” Rationally, I knew my unhinged excitement at another all-night fuck-a-thon with Frannie hadn’t caused Winnie’s accident, but something in my gut would not let me be. “Then once she’d been treated and my head was clear, all I could think about was you out there in the cold, knocking on the door and waiting for me to answer. I let you down too.” I set my beer aside and pulled her into my arms. “Do you have frostbite?”

She chuckled. “No, silly. I’m tougher than that.”

I leaned back and tipped her chin up. “I was really looking forward to tonight.”

“Me too. But life happens.” She kissed me and placed a hand on my chest. “I know what I’m getting into, Mack. Okay? I know there will be nights like this, where we have plans that fall through because one of the kids needs you. Yes, it’s disappointing, but I understand, and I still want to be with you. You’re worth it.”

There was no way that could be true, but my feelings for her deepened at hearing her say it. “Thanks.”

My stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly, and she glanced down at it. “Hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Let me get you some dinner.” Setting her beer down, she went over to the refrigerator and pulled it open. “I should have brought leftovers with me. I had a ton of food.”

“What did you make?” I asked, knowing it would be torture to hear the answer.

“Spinach and ricotta stuffed shells with meat sauce.”

I groaned long and loud. “That sounds so fucking good.”

“It was.” She rummaged around in my fridge and took out a few things I’d bought earlier today. “I’ll bring you some this week. I made plenty.”

“You don’t have to make a real dinner for me,” I told her as she set a cutting board on the counter. “I can eat something quick. I’ll stick a frozen pizza in the oven or whatever.”

“No, you won’t.” She began mincing a clove of garlic. “I enjoy cooking. When I’m done with these sliders, if you still want a tasteless frozen pizza, be my guest.”

“Sliders?” I asked, eyeing the roast beef and provolone on the counter as my salivary glands went into overdrive.