Until There Was You(94)

“She needs a stable home after all she’s been through,” Louise said, her face tight with hatred. “She has a stable home!”

“Without a parade of women traipsing in and out of her life,” she added viciously.

“Okay, hold on.” Liam held up his hands. “I— Nicole doesn’t—” Sweat broke out on his back, sticking his shirt to his skin. “You can’t just take her away from me. She’s my child.”

“Look, son,” George said, “we’re not trying to take her away.”

“You’re filing for custody, but you’re not trying to take her away? Bullshit, George.”

“You can still visit whenever you want.”

“First of all, are you insane? Absolutely not! And secondly, she wouldn’t—” She wouldn’t want to leave me, he was about to say.

Except maybe she did.

“You were out gallivanting around the countryside on a motorcycle with some woman,” Louise hissed, her voice like a razor, “and that child was alone! No wonder she called her boyfriend! No wonder she was afraid! And she told us about how you grounded her, which is utterly and completely hypocritical, given that you’d just rolled out of that tramp’s bed—”

“Stop it! Stop!” Liam barked. “First of all, I was gone for maybe four hours, and Nicole is almost sixteen. Mrs. Antonelli was right next door, and Nicole knew that. Secondly, Cordelia is an old friend. And yes, we’ve been seeing each other a little bit here and there. But that doesn’t make me an unfit parent—”

Louise snorted. “Your track record speaks for itself,” she said, folding her bony arms across her chest.

“My track record? Would that be raising your grandchild and taking care of your daughter for the last year of her life? That track record, Louise?”

“How many women have you slept with, Liam? Do you honestly think that we believe you were faithful to our daughter? How many of your old conquests have you seen since you’ve been back, hmm? I bet quite a few of them would love to come to court and talk about your habits.”

“I never cheated on Emma,” he said hotly. He turned to his father-in-law. “George, this is crazy. You can’t take my daughter away from me.” His voice cracked.

“We have concerns about your stability,” his father-in-law said. “And I’m not just talking about women. Our lawyer has taken a statement from a social worker at the hospital regarding your…problems.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Mental health professionals can testify in cases regarding the stability of a parent,” Louise said. “Did you think we wouldn’t find out about your panic attacks? I am on the board of that hospital. What else are you hiding? Are you a drug addict, like your mother?”

“My God,” Liam breathed.

“Look,” George said. “We’re not taking her away. We’re just providing her with the things you can’t. Stability, a woman’s influence, a good…ah, moral code.”

“No judge would ever—”

“We’ll see.” George Tate opened the car door. “You’ll be hearing from our lawyer.”

NICOLE DIDN’T SEEM to notice anything different when he picked her up from school. She ignored him as best she could as they drove home.

Liam had been fighting off a panic attack since the Tates left, and no amount of hand washing seemed to be helping. On the one hand, he could cheerfully murder them both. Whether or not they had a legal leg to stand on, they sure had a lot of money to throw at this and make his life utter hell. The bit about the social worker…he didn’t even remember a social worker, which might be a problem. What had he said?

He was a good father. Wasn’t he? He’d never tried so hard at anything as he had with raising Nicole.

On the other hand—this was the thought that had his heart heaving—what if they were right? What if Nicole needed more than he could give her? She loved him, he loved her, God knew, but was that enough? Was he enough? Would Nicole jump at the chance to live with her grandparents? What if this was her idea? If it was, then he really was no one from nowhere, because the only good thing he’d ever done was be a father to Nicole.

“I need to talk to you,” he said, setting the keys down on the table.

“I have homework,” she said defiantly.

“Do you want to spend more time with Grandma and Grandpa?” he asked, and his voice was a little hoarse.

“Right now? Totally.”

He tried not to flinch at her words. “Nic, do you want to live with them?”

Nicole’s mouth dropped open. “What?” Her face turned bright red, whether with guilt or surprise, Liam couldn’t tell.

“Grandma and Grandpa came to see me today. They want you to come live with them.”

Her expression didn’t change for a second. Then her beautiful blue eyes were suddenly swamped with tears. “You’re sending me away? Because I kissed Tanner? Are you really that mad, Daddy?”

Liam leaped across the kitchen and folded her against him. “I’m not sending you anywhere, baby,” he said, almost ashamed at the relief flooding through him because of his daughter’s distress. “I already told them no.” He kissed her head. “I just wasn’t sure if you wanted that.”