mourned my brother. It had changed the way I lived my life. There had been only the memories and

the mind-numbing guilt that I hadn’t been paying attention to his bad choices. . I had picked a fucking

fight with him, and he’d run off behind the wheel drunk. If I had just paid attention to him, he could be

alive right now. It was a solid weight on my chest keeping me from finding any joy in life. But now . .

.

I dropped my hands and stared back up at Sienna.

Her little boy was a part of Dustin. My brother wasn’t completely gone anymore. He’d left behind

something . . . someone.

This didn’t bring him back, but for the first time in six years my heart felt lighter. Not just for me,

but for my family.

Chapter Four

SIENNA

He hadn’t known about Micah.

He didn’t have to tell me that. It was all over his face. Only once in my life had I seen this

intimidating man look on the verge of crumbling, and that had been at Dustin’s funeral. How had he

not known? Had his mother not told him?

“Momma? You coming inside?” Micah asked, sounding worried. I had to get inside with him. This

was not the place for this. Micah was my first concern, always.

“I can’t do this here,” I told Dewayne. “He doesn’t need to hear it.”

Dewayne’s eyes shifted to the door, but Micah was back inside. Dewayne couldn’t see him. I

watched as he swallowed hard and the hint of his Adam’s apple moved. Then he nodded and looked

back at me. “Okay, but I have questions. He’s . . . he’s . . . I want to know him, Sienna.”

That one statement meant more to me than Dewayne could ever possibly know. “Then you will,” I

replied. “But not now. This isn’t the way to handle it.”

Dewayne tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and let out a heavy sigh. I couldn’t imagine what he

was thinking. All along I’d thought he’d known about Micah. This had to be a major shock for him.

When he looked back at me, I saw moisture in his eyes, and that alone won this man a place in my

heart. For so long I had wanted someone to love Micah and want Micah as fiercely as I did.

“When can we talk?” he asked.

“I only work half days on Saturdays. I could leave Micah at day care a little longer, though I really

hate the thought of that. Maybe it would be best to wait until he goes to bed tomorrow night.”

Dewayne frowned. “Day care?”

“Yes,” I replied defensively, not liking the tone of his voice. What did he expect me to do, take him

to work with me?

“Can I watch him? I won’t say anything. I swear. I just . . . I want to keep him while you work. We

can talk after you get home. Maybe send him outside to play, and we can sit on the porch.”

My instinct to protect wanted to refuse his request. I wasn’t sure how much I trusted Dewayne not

to say something to Micah about Dustin. But Dewayne wanted to be a part of his life. And I knew

Micah wanted more family. He didn’t ask anymore, but he wanted it. Lately he’d been talking about

his dad a lot. He craved a male in his life.

“I need to leave at eight tomorrow,” I told him before I could change my mind.

A relieved smile touched his lips. “I’ll be here,” he replied. Then he turned and walked back across

the street. I didn’t wait to see if he was going into his parents’ home. I stepped quickly inside and

closed the door behind me.

“You’re gonna let him keep me tomorrow?” Micah asked, wide eyed.

Sighing, I took his hand. We walked over to the sofa and sat down. My legs were too tired from

standing all day to squat. When I was at eye level with him, I held both his hands and looked him

directly in the eyes. “I know I’ve acted weird around Dewayne. It’s frightened you, and I understand

that. But the truth is, I’ve known Dewayne since I was a kid. He’s a good guy. There are things in our

past that make me sad, but Dewayne never did anything wrong. I wouldn’t leave you with someone I

didn’t trust. I think . . . I think you’re gonna like Dewayne. Spending time with him will be fun. Much

better than being stuck in day care on a Saturday.”

Micah chewed on his bottom lip as his eyebrows drew together. This was his thinking face. I let

him take in what I’d said. It always took him a minute to make a decision about things. Finally he

shrugged and smiled. “Okay. If you trust him, then I think it might be fun to have another man to hang

out with.”

I tried hard not to smile. Micah considered himself a man already. He had been the man of the

house for a while now.

He glanced over at the kitchen. “Think I could have some mac ’n’ cheese?”

I pulled him into my arms and kissed him on the cheek. “I love you. You’re my world,” I told him.

I’d been telling him that since I held him in my arms for the first time. It was the truth, and I never

wanted him to forget it.

“Love you, too, Momma,” he grunted in my tight embrace. “But you’re squishing me.”

Laughing, I let go of him, and he pointed to the kitchen. “I’d love some mac ’n’ cheese,” he

reminded me.

I stood up and saluted him, making him giggle.

“Mac ’ n’ cheese, coming right up,” I replied.

* * *

Micah was singing “Eye of the Tiger” loudly and off-key while he stood on a chair and fixed his Pop-

Tart. I poured my coffee into a travel mug and tried to ignore the nervous knot in my stomach. I

hadn’t lied to Micah—I did trust Dewayne. I just wasn’t sure that leaving him with an uncle he didn’t

know he had was such a good idea. Not until I was ready to talk to Micah about Dewayne and who the

Falcos were to him. Upsetting Micah’s world wasn’t something I wanted to do.

He had been rolling with the punches since he was old enough to realize our life was always

changing. We never knew where we would be next. Now that we had a house, I wanted him to have

some security. Admitting to him that he had a family he didn’t know about was something I was going

to want to handle delicately.

“Think I should make Dewayne a Pop-Tart?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder at me.

“Hmm . . . Maybe you should wait and make sure he eats Pop-Tarts,” I replied as I sipped my

coffee and watched the cat clock on the wall. My mother loved cats. I wasn’t a fan, really, but taking

that clock down wasn’t something I was ready to do. It reminded me of happier times.

A knock on the door threw those thoughts aside, and my nervous knot was back. I started for the

door, but Micah jumped down from the chair and took off running. I let him go. Soon he’d be calling

Dewayne “uncle” . . . maybe. If that was something Dewayne wanted. I knew I wanted it for Micah.

Learning to share him, however, wasn’t exactly going to be easy.

Micah threw open the door, and Dewayne was there filling the space in all his tattooed and pierced

glory. Even at seven forty-five a.m. the man was breathtaking. His navy blue T-shirt that said FALCO

CONSTRUCTION on the front hugged his body tightly. The size of his arms made a woman fantasize

about wrapping her hands around them and jumping up into them. No! Dang it, what was I doing? I

tore my gaze off Dewayne’s body and didn’t even let myself check out his legs in those jeans. And

why were those leather bracelets on his arm sexy? The man could make anything sexy.

“I made a Pop-Tart,” Micah announced. “You want one?”

Dewayne smiled brightly, and if I had been expected to speak, I wouldn’t have been able to. I

hadn’t seen that smile in years. The devastating effect it had on me was still just as powerful.

“Never turn down a Pop-Tart,” Dewayne replied, and Micah grabbed his hand.

“Then come on into the kitchen. I’ll fix you one,” he said, tugging Dewayne behind him.