Lost and Found Father. Sheri WhiteFeatherЧитать онлайн книгу.
See you later.” Kaley handled her impeding departure with ease. But she’d already shifted her attention back to the box, unaware of Victoria’s discomfort.
Ryan noticed, though. She could feel him watching her.
She walked away, praying for the strength to make it through the rest of the week without feeling more for him than she should.
* * *
Ryan and Kaley stayed in the kitchen and finished going through everything.
Afterward, she said, “I’m going to go get my photo album now.”
“Sounds good.” He was eager to continue spending time with her. But he was disappointed that Victoria had left. It had been nice to have her nearby. But she was skittish around him. One little smell-good remark and she’d made a mad dash for the doorway.
Kaley left to get her photo album, and he stood up to stretch his legs.
She returned, and they resumed their seats. He braced himself for the newborn pictures of her, which he assumed would be on the first page.
He assumed right. As he gazed at the images and studied her cap of dark hair and scrunched-up little face, he wanted to zap back in time and hold her as close as he possibly could.
“You were beautiful,” he said. He imagined that she would have felt small and soft in his arms.
“I think I look kind of goofy.”
“No. You were beautiful. Absolutely perfect.” He lifted his gaze. “You still are.”
“Thanks.” She got a little shy, ducking her head.
He realized that without Victoria in the room with them, they didn’t know quite how to behave. He and his daughter were strangers.
She turned the next page. “This is me and my mom and dad. I think I was about three months old here.”
Her parents were an attractive couple: the mom was a summer blonde and the dad was tall and dark. Ryan envied the happy looks on their faces. But then he reminded himself that the mother was gone and the father was alone and missing her.
He said, “Victoria told me that your mom’s name was Corrine and that she was adopted, too.”
Kaley nodded. “She never knew her birth parents and always felt as if something was missing from her life.”
“Did she ever try to find them?”
“Yes, but nothing ever surfaced. She was really upset later when she discovered that she couldn’t have kids. She wanted a baby of her own more than anything. But then she decided that not being able to conceive meant that she was destined to adopt.”
Ryan glanced at the picture of Corrine and Eric, imagining them in his mind: their love for each other, their determination to become parents.
Kaley said, “When they first started the adoption proceedings, they were only interested in open adoptions. Because of the way my mom felt about her childhood, they wanted the birth mother to be involved in their baby’s life. The birth father, too, if he was around. Lots of times the dads aren’t.”
That struck a guilty chord. In the end, Ryan had been one of those dads.
Kaley continued, “After a couple of years, they were still waiting for a newborn. But they were warned that it might take a while. Then finally the adoption agency called and told them that there was a baby coming up who was part Native and had to go to a Native home, which would put them at the top of the list since my dad is registered with the Cherokee Nation. But they had to agree to a closed adoption or not take the baby.”
“So they agreed,” he said, stating the obvious.
“Yep. Later, when I was old enough to understand, Mom said that if I ever wanted to search for my birth family or learn more about my roots, she would help me.”
“But that never interested you until now?”
“I didn’t see the point. I had great parents. What did I need another family for? Even after Mom died, I didn’t think it mattered.”
“Then what changed for you? Why did you search for Victoria and me?”
“Everything seemed different after I turned eighteen. Maybe it’s the being-an-adult thing and getting ready for college. It’s like I’m someone new. Only sometimes I’m not sure who that person is.” She wrinkled her forehead. “Does that sound dumb?”
“Not at all. Sometimes I’m not sure who I am, either.” The son of deceased parents, an ex-husband, Victoria’s former boyfriend, Kaley’s confused birth father. None of his titles sounded sure or steady. “The easiest way for me to define myself is through my work.” That part of his life was sure and steady.
“Your work seems noble. Taking care of animals.”
“It makes me happy.” So did her describing his life’s passion as noble. “Victoria told me that you’re going to major in business with a minor in women’s studies. Why did you choose women’s studies as your minor? What drew you to it?”
“I think women need to be empowered, and this is my way of being part of that movement. And with me being from two cultures, I think my perspective is especially important.”
Suddenly she seemed so mature, so strong, a warrior in the making. “Have you considered what type of job you’re going to pursue?”
“Not yet. With the way the world is now, who knows where it will lead me? It’s scary that an education doesn’t guarantee you a job now.”
“I have a feeling you’ll do just fine.”
“Thanks.” She smiled at him.
He smiled, too, and they returned to the photo album.
The next few pages consisted of pictures taken after her mother was gone. Ryan could tell because Kaley was older in them.
She said, “I added these. Mom started the album, and I kept it going.”
He noticed how telling those images were, the obvious closeness between Eric and Kaley after they’d lost Corrine.
He thought about what Victoria had said about Eric, how good and kind and amazing he was. He also thought about how badly Kaley wanted her father to start dating and move on with his life.
Would Victoria ever consider dating Eric? Would their friendship eventually move in that direction? It actually seemed logical and possible, too. They lived near each other and probably had common interests.
Ryan couldn’t imagine Eric not wanting Victoria. What man wouldn’t be attracted to her, especially the man who’d raised the child Victoria had birthed? Talk about a bond.
He turned the page and saw what appeared to be a recent picture of Eric. Ryan was having a bit of trouble liking the guy, with envy rearing its ugly head.
The next picture was of Eric, Kaley and Victoria, smiling together like a family. His stomach turned tight.
He glanced up at his daughter. “Do you want to go to the store today and get those teddy bears?” He desperately needed to bond with her. And Victoria, too. He wanted them to seem like a family. He wanted the same advantage as Eric.
“Sure. I’d love that.”
“Maybe we can take some pictures to include in your album of the three of us. You, me and Victoria.”
“That’s a great idea. I’ll go tell her.” She hopped out of her chair. “This is going to be fun.”
He doubted that Victoria was going to feel the same sense of elation. But he wasn’t giving up on her this week. He was going to win her over, the best he could.
Chapter Four
On the way to the store, Victoria rode