Page 143 of Fish out of Water
“Really? You want your own pet fish now?”
Julia’s lips lifted in a slow smile. “Or a puppy.”
I caught her as soon as she was within reach, pulling her close. “I will get you anything you want, Banana Pants.” I nosed along her neck, breathing deep. “Even if it’s a damn fish.”
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“WHY ARE THERE so many horses?” Wyatt’s shaggy dark hair blew in the wind as he stared wide-eyed out the open passenger’s window.
“There’s probably a lot of horse farms around here.” Clara squinted up at the street sign dangling from the single traffic light in downtown Moss Creek.
Wyatt’s head turned her way, brows coming together over his big brown eyes. “Don’t they call them ranches?”
“Yes.” Clara took a deep breath, struggling to get the air to move in a way that felt even a little relieving. “I believe they do.” The drive here was wearing on her almost as much as the past twelve months.
“Why do they call them ranches?”
She watched as the cars passed, doing her best to sound relaxed. “I’m sure Mrs. Pace can tell us when we get there.”
“You think she’s like a grandma?”
Clara fought in another deep breath, trying to ease the tension that never seemed to leave her body. Answering questions should not be this big of a deal, even when the string of them never seemed to stop.
This year had been just as hard on her sweet little boy. He needed her to be the best mom she could.
Especially now that she was the only parent interested in being a part of his life.
Not that it was much different than before. Now it was just more official.
Paperwork and all.
“I think she’s like a mom. That’s why she needs a nanny.” The light turned red, stopping the intermittent cars spaced just far enough she couldn’t turn earlier. Clara eased her second-hand sedan onto the one-way cross street before glancing at the map displayed on her phone to be sure she was headed in the right direction.
“If she’s a mom, then why does she need a nanny?” His question was so honest. So genuinely confused.
It calmed the unrest brewing in her belly. The fears she’d been harboring since packing up their belongings and moving them out of California and into a new state.
A new life.
Without a word of fight from her soon-to-be ex-husband.
“Not all moms are as lucky as I am.” Clara shot Wyatt a smile as she reached across to squeeze his hand in hers as a lump formed in her throat.
He’d been through so much. The loss of his home. His way of life.
