The Father of Her Son - By Kathleen Pickering Page 0,3

to her old self. “Indeed, Evan. As pompous an Irishman as ever I’ve met. So, will it be the usual? Or would you like an order of crow with your coffee?”

CHAPTER TWO

KELLY WOULD BURN in hell. She just knew it. Her excuse for not airing Evan’s interview was true. The cable line was down. What she omitted, however, was that she had yanked the cable from the wall specifically to avoid airing Evan’s interview with Senator Robert “The Buzz” Campbell. There was no way she would lay eyes on that bastard if she could help it. Bunny had caught her yanking the cord from the wall and had given her grief. Sidestepping her pointed questions had been tricky enough. Explaining her motives to Evan would be impossible. Luckily, it looked like that conversation had been evaded. Bunny kept her promise and said nothing to Evan.

Damaging the cable was the only way to avoid Evan’s interview and save face with him. Why hadn’t she just burst from the kitchen babbling about how sorry she was that the TV wouldn’t work and how unfortunate for them to miss his show? Why? Because that would have been a lie, and Kelly Sullivan hated lies.

Lies had short roots that could be plucked from one’s explanation in the face of the truth. Worse, if you were caught in a lie, no one would ever trust you again. The nuns at St. Peter’s School for Girls in Kinsale, County Cork, as well as her strict father and fanatically religious mother had taught her well.

However, what she learned on her own just a few short years ago—which her parents and the nuns failed to teach her—was that the truth could also ruin you. With a single word. Like yes. Or no. Answering yes when a man whom you trusted asked if you thought he was handsome. And then saying, no, when he asked if you’d like him to touch you, only to have him accuse you of lying for speaking the truth then use that handsome body to rape you.

Kelly had learned in the worst possible way what damage the truth could do. While lying was a sin, telling the truth could ruin someone’s life. Which was worse? Her only conclusion was to do what she must to keep her world safe. Kelly decided that instead of lying, omitting the truth whenever necessary was a necessary evil. While she would never trust anyone who lied to her, she had certainly perfected the art of portioning out the truth, as God was her witness.

Yes, she would burn in hell, for sure. Evan’s look of horror was proof enough.

She sighed. “Don’t look so glum, Evan. How will it be if I sweeten your disappointment with a free breakfast?”

His laugh was curt. “Well, of course you’ll offer a free meal when I’ve lost my appetite.”

“Well, then, this must be my lucky morning.” She poured his coffee, wishing desperately to get back on track with him. “So tell me, did you trounce the senator with all your unbiased nonsense in true fashion?”

This time to her relief, he laughed. “I think you’ve chastened me enough for my error. Now, let’s hear the end of it, if you will.”

She threw in their ongoing joke. “Will you try the pancakes, then?”

He reached for her hand, sending all sorts of tingles up her arm, which circled around to the back of her neck. He tugged the slightest bit to bring her face closer to his. She complied, if only to give him a quarter since she did feel bad. His fresh, clean soap scent invaded her nostrils like a clear spring morning.

Evan’s voice dropped low and seductive as he said, “No pancakes, Red. I’ll take the usual.” A grin pulled across her lips.

An older gent chuckled from his seat at the table behind Evan. Everyone knew Kelly teased Evan about pancakes because he’d made it clear he hated them. Their open banter, bordering on flirting had become entertainment for Kelly’s patrons. She pulled away, liking her nickname, “Red,” but not the way he spoke it as if the word was a secret code for some fantasy he held about her.

Kelly’s son, Matt, scrambled onto the stool next to Evan. “Hi, Evan!”

Matt’s adoration for Evan tickled her. The kid was beaming. Probably one of the main reasons she rekindled her friendship with Evan was for her son’s benefit. Evan’s attention to Matt on these workday mornings helped fill in the gap of “guy interaction” that Matt