LITMIR.BIZ

       Chapter 3

      “You dress differently when you go on stakeouts?” Jeremy asked.

      After talking to Oscar, they decided to track down the deputy Jeremy had gone to for help on his suspicions regarding Tess’s accident, the one who had brushed him off. Had Livia paid the deputy to help her go after Tess? They had picked up Jamie and then the next day found the man and followed him here, to this café. He sat by himself drinking coffee and hadn’t noticed them.

      Adeline glanced down at her black slacks with white-and-black patterned blouse. She’d draped her trench coat over the back of the chair. “I don’t always wear vests.” She did like the Sherlock Holmes kind of feeling she had when she did wear them, though.

      “Maybe that’s what looks so different.”

      She knew why when she saw him look down at her cleavage, which was modest, she knew. She never dressed sexy when she worked, but she did have some sexy clothes in her closet.

      “Does it bother you?” she asked, hearing her own flirty tone.

      “No. The opposite,” he said with answering flirtation.

      The waitress came to their table, and she and Jeremy ordered coffee.

      “Who are you, Adeline Winters?” Jeremy said. “I want to know more about you, more than they tell you about family history of a surrogate mother, anyway.”

      Did he? Would she be wise in telling him? The tickle in her heart wouldn’t allow her to decide.

      “I’m just a girl from Austin, Texas, who grew up wanting to fight bad guys.”

      He grinned with enchantment lighting his soft, smart, daring eyes. “You must have had someone in your life who made you interested in fighting bad guys.”

      Like a man who’d taught her to fight? She wished her past had been that fanciful. She had to avert her face, not see his eyes.

      “No,” she finally said.

      “No one?”

      “My mom worked two day jobs, came home for a couple of hours after I got off school, then left for her night job. Every day. Seven days a week. My grandparents lived in Arizona and had given up on her before I was born. She didn’t know my paternal grandparents because my dad hightailed it a few months after I was born...which you already knew.” Adeline turned to the deputy sitting at the table, vaguely registering he was still alone.

      “You’re bitter about your childhood?”

      He was really going to pry? “No. My mother was an only child. Her mother was too messed up to raise a child properly. It was just me and my mother. We only needed each other.” Adeline often wished she could be part of a family of her own. She’d never experienced that.

      “Is that why your mom gave up on her? Or did she abandon her?”

      “She kicked her out for following in her footsteps. Mom got herself into trouble a lot and got herself pregnant. But she cleaned herself up when I was conceived. Not being like her mother was important to her.”

      The waitress arrived with their coffees. Adeline smelled the flavorful aroma and reached for some creamer.

      “I bet your mother would have liked your dad to stick around to help.” Jeremy picked up their conversation.

      Adeline stirred the creamer. “She was glad my dad left. My mother is not a weak person. She didn’t need anyone to take care of her. She wasn’t afraid to work. She wasn’t lazy. She liked hard work because it provided for me. And her. She taught me not to depend on anyone, least of all a man. Why depend on someone who won’t be there when it counts?” Adeline couldn’t stop the angry emotion. She hated how hard her mother had lived to provide for her daughter. It wasn’t fair. Adeline took care of her mother now, but the years of hardship had taken their toll. Her mother had aged before her time. She had circles under her eyes that hadn’t gone away with her lightened load, as though the man who’d gotten her pregnant had tattooed her.

      As Jeremy dumped creamer into his coffee, he asked, “She talked bad about your dad?”

      Adeline sipped her coffee before responding. “No, but he abandoned us. There’s a difference between a father who doesn’t want his kids and one who does but struggles to pay child support or find time outside work hours to see them or whatever. My dad didn’t want me. He didn’t love me and had no interest in loving me. I get it. I’m good with that. It taught me to choose the people I want in my life and not tolerate those who aren’t good for me.” She set down her cup, growing uncomfortable. “My father wasn’t good for me or my mother.”

      “Do you know where he is?” He sipped his coffee.

      “Yes.” But she didn’t care. That had been the point in finding out. She knew where her biological father was. Now she didn’t have to care.

      “Where? What’s he doing?”

      She just shook her head. Not going there. It wasn’t completely true she didn’t care. She hated what her father had done. She hated what he represented, the kind of man who had no heart. Maybe he was a serial killer.

      “It sounds like your mother did well,” he said. “Worked hard but did the right thing.”

      “Yes, she did.” But she was lonely and unhappy, and... “I barely ever saw her, especially when I was old enough to take care of myself, which started about when I was nine. She helped me go to college. Not financially, but she helped me find and apply for scholarships.” She smiled softly with the memory. “That was important to her, too.” Her mother loved her daughter. Adeline had never felt the lack of that. The few quality times they’d had together were all special.

      “Why didn’t she find someone else? If she looks anything like you, she should have had no trouble.”

      That often bothered Adeline. She worried her mother had never gotten over him.

      “She didn’t want to. Being a mother was enough for her.”

      After several seconds where Adeline felt Jeremy’s doubt, he finally said, “What did your mother think of you giving Tess and I a baby?”

      “She had a very open mind about it. She supported me.”

      He got a thoughtful look. He must come from a different kind of family. Wealthy. Elite college education. A mom and a dad. He had no trouble talking about his family because he came from a solid unit. While she’d come from a solid unit as well, hers was just two people: her mother and herself. She and her mother were close friends, made closer by the parental bond. She encountered few people who truly understood what it meant to be raised by a struggling single parent—at least, not that resembled her experience. And most she did encounter didn’t struggle to make

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