Indemnity: Book Two: Covenant of Trust Series (7 page)

Bobbi tried her best to chew each bite of pizza. She believed Chuck when he assured her that he wasn’t interested in Tracy, but was Tracy interested in him? Years ago, it only took her five months to get him into her bed, and now with a son, a bond between them ...

“
Bobbi? Are you with us?” Chuck waved a hand toward her.

“
I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“
Can you pass me the tea, please?”

She reached around to the counter and handed him the tea pitcher, but he wouldn’t take it at first. “Thank you,” he said gently, trying to apologize with his eyes. She needed more than a simple apology though.

“
Mommy, can I play outside, now?”

“
Backyard, and set your plate in the sink, please.” Shannon gathered up her plate, cup and napkin, and a moment later, the back door slammed.

Bobbi flinched, and Chuck said, “At least she shuts the door. Brad and Joel never did.” She stood and began gathering up the dishes. “I’m sorry,” he said. She jerked the refrigerator door open and reached across him for the tea pitcher. He put a hand on her wrist, and looked into her eyes. “You’re upset. Let’s talk.”

She pulled her hand away from him and collected the silverware. “I don’t want to hear what a paranoid, suspicious lunatic I am. Thanks anyway.”

Chuck hung his head. “I don’t think that at all. I want you to check up on me, and ask questions, whatever it takes to reassure you. My life is completely open.”

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That’s just it! I don’t want to be suspicious!” She carried plates and flatware to the dishwasher and dropped the door open. “I hate this,” she muttered. “It’s making me crazy.”

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What can I do? What would help?”

“
Get rid of her.”

Chuck sighed, and pushed away from the table. “Here, let me show you what I found out today.” May as well get it over with. Bobbi followed him to the study and watched him dig through his briefcase, and then he dropped a folder on the desk. “Tracy’s not her given name.”

“
What are you talking about?”

“
Her real name is Teresa Reynolds.” He handed her a copy of a name change record. “Jack was named Reynolds at birth, and then she changed it.”

“
Why?”

“
I don’t know.” He flashed paper after paper in front of her. Tracy. Teresa. Ravenna. Reynolds. Baltimore. Massachusetts. Cincinnati. Back to St. Louis. Finally, he showed her a newspaper article. “This is what I found right when you called.”

Bobbi scanned the article about a denied parole for a murderer. “Wait, this is Tracy’s father?”

Chuck nodded. “She watched it all happen, then testified against him in court.”

She tossed the papers back in Chuck’s briefcase. “She’s psycho. With good reason, but she’s crazy.”

“
I don’t think so.”

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If she went to all this trouble to hide Jack, then why’d she show up? You would have never known about him.” Her eyes narrowed, and she pointed a finger at her husband. “She’s after you.”

“
That’s ridiculous.” Chuck straightened the papers and slid them back into his briefcase. “Something else is going on.”

“
Yeah, her grip on sanity is becoming more tenuous. Your mother was right.”

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Trying to escape your past doesn’t make you unstable. Lots of people do that.”

“
Why are you defending her?”

“
I’m not. I’m just ... I don’t think we should make snap judgments about her.”

“
Snap? Are you forgetting this woman seduced—?”

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Yes, I remember! Every single day of my life, I remember. I am not going to cheat on you! Never!”

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This is not about you! It’s about her!”

“
This is about Jack! I helped bring a little boy into the world and I have a responsibility—”

“
Your first responsibility is to us! Listen, I did some research of my own this morning.” She strode across the room to her desk, but the front door opened before she could reach for her Bible.

“
He’s here!” Shannon announced.

“
I’m not through,” Bobbi said as she pushed past Chuck to get to the entryway.

Joel flipped Shannon over his shoulder and set her gently on the floor, then leaned down to hug his mother.

“
You don’t know how good it is to have you home,” Bobbi said, glancing at Chuck while she spoke. Joel would never go along with Chuck’s idea of pursuing custody of Jack, and Chuck would listen to him. She ran a hand over his two-day-old scruff. “It’s awfully hot for a beard, isn’t it?”

“
Mom, I haven’t even been home five minutes!” He threw his hands up in the air. “I get up at six every morning and run. I do all my home-work. I eat all my vegetables. Cut me some slack on shaving.” Then he grinned broadly with Chuck’s dimple and his blue eyes twinkled. “Gotcha.”

“
Probably shouldn’t tease your mother right now,” Chuck said quietly, as he reached out to shake his son’s hand.

“
Shannon said Brad was coming. What’s up?”

Chuck glanced at Shannon hanging on every word. “Nothing. We just wanted you both here.”

Joel nodded, and Bobbi had to look away. He knew they were keeping something from him. She could read it in his eyes. If Shannon could figure out she was upset with Chuck, Joel would piece together why, probably before Brad got here.

“
So is there anything to eat in this house?” Joel asked, looking back toward the kitchen.

Bobbi smiled and shook her head at him. “If Brad ate like you do ...”

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Then he’d have these big, broad shoulders,” Joel said, flexing his biceps.

“
I’d have to get a second job just to pay for groceries.” She took Shannon’s hand. “Come on. You can help me make Joel a sandwich.”

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Peanut butter and jelly and bologna!” Shannon said, as she bounced down the hall with her mother.

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And pickles!” Joel called over his sister’s giggles. He strode into the kitchen, and took a seat at the table. “I think I’ll finish the summer term with A’s, except maybe English,” Joel said as Shannon set a sandwich in front of him with great ceremony and dignity.

“
Your sandwich, Sir,” she said, bowing low in front of him.

“
He’s gonna have an even fatter head if you treat him like that!”

“
Brat!” Shannon squealed and ran across the kitchen, jumping into her oldest brother’s outstretched arms. “You snuck in!”

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Weren’t you expecting me?” Brad asked, pretending to be surprised.

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Not this early,” Joel teased.

“
How could I be late when my father calls on my first night off in seventeen days?”

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Seventeen days!” Bobbi said, crossing the kitchen to him. “You haven’t picked up a third job, have you?”

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No, I’m still Monday to Thursday at UPS and Saturday and Sunday evenings at the hospital, but lately they’ve called me in Friday nights, too.”

“
You shouldn’t be working so many hours.” She stretched up to hug him, and he shifted Shannon to his hip so he could kiss Bobbi’s cheek.

“
Mom, I want to get all my rent in the bank before school starts.”

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You don’t have to do that, you know,” she scolded. “There’s money in the bank, and you can live here.”

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And I can always fall back on that if I need to.” He glanced at his dad and smiled. “You don’t want two lawyers living here. Ask Grandma. She had to put up with Dad and Grandpa Jim.”

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But if you came back, the Italians would outnumber the Slavs!” Shannon exclaimed.

“
What do you know about Italians and Slavs?” Brad pulled her ponytail as he set her back on the floor.

“
Me and you and Mommy are the Italians, and Daddy and Joel are the Slavs. Just look at 'em! All blonde-haired and stuff.”

“
You’re too smart for your own good,” Brad said, shaking his head.

“
Shannon, you’ve seen your brothers,” Bobbi announced. “It’s almost nine o’clock. Bedtime.”

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But Brat just got here,” Shannon whined.

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I’ll be back Sunday,” Brad said. “Mom has to feed me and Jellybean both.”

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Honest?”

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Promise,” Brad answered.

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All right.” Shannon moped and trudged upstairs.

“
I’ll be up in a minute,” Bobbi called after her, then turning to the others, she asked, “You guys want some coffee?”

“
Where’s it from?” Brad asked.

“
Indonesia.”

“
No, thanks.” Brad pulled out one of the kitchen chairs, and took a seat, stretching his long legs under the table.

“
Chuck?” Bobbi asked.

“
Not this late. Thanks anyway.”

“
I’ll have some, Mom,” Joel said. Bobbi smiled and began brewing it. “Now, who called this meeting?” Joel asked, turning to his father.

Chuck glanced at her, then cleared his throat, and inched his chair up to the table. He was waiting for her to go upstairs. He wanted to talk to the boys alone, to lay down his case before they ever heard from her. Not this time.

“
Just hold your outrage, please,” Chuck said, fixing his eyes on Brad. Of course, Brad would be the hard sell. “Tracy Ravenna is back in town. We found out about it when Mom got her class list.”

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Her class list?” Brad asked. “What has that got to do with anything?”

“
There was a boy enrolled in Mom’s class, Jackson Charles Ravenna.”

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Her son,” Brad said.

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Yeah.” He dropped his head, took a deep breath, then he looked squarely at his sons, Joel first and then Brad. “And my son. I have a son with Tracy.”

The words knifed through Bobbi’s heart. He’d never said them exactly that way before.
I have a son with Tracy.
With Tracy. He had a son with Tracy because he’d been with Tracy. The lawsuit Tracy filed accusing Chuck of harassment described in vivid detail every moment she and Chuck spent together, and now those words and images they conjured flooded Bobbi’s mind.

The coffeemaker kicked off, but not trusting her unsteady hands, she didn’t move to pick up the pot. She watched her sons’ faces as Chuck dropped his bombshell. For a long moment, they were frozen, too stunned to react.

Brad dropped his eyes, embarrassed for his dad. He shifted uneasily, stretching his body back in his chair. Joel turned his head toward his brother, giving him the chance to say something first. Brad just blinked slowly as he stared across the room with the subtlest shake of his head.

Finally, Joel looked up at her, and in those clear blue eyes, his father’s eyes, was a depth of compassion and sadness no one else had. Joel understood. This wasn’t about distrust, or anger or even doubt. It was about heartache, a heartache that took months to heal even after the reconciliation.

“
You’re just now finding out about it?” Brad asked. He leaned forward until his elbows rested on the kitchen table. “That’s a little hard to believe, Dad.”

Brad was coming to her defense, just as he did seven years ago, and he was the one person Chuck couldn’t out-negotiate.

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I know it is,” Chuck said, “but I promise you, I had no idea until Mom showed up in my office with that list. After the affair, Tracy dropped off the face of the earth. I haven’t heard from her at all.”

“
Wait a minute. Has she told you this boy is yours?”

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No, she denies it.”

“
But you don’t believe her?”

Bobbi saw him glance back at her. He was going to make such a good lawyer.

“
Brad, the boy, Jack, his birthday is nine months after the affair.” Chuck’s voice was soft with resignation. This was where he expected Brad to give up his protests.

Bobbi watched as Brad leaned back in the chair. He stared at the ceiling, processing, then he suddenly snapped forward again.

“
How do you know she wasn’t sleeping with somebody else, too?”

“
I’ve seen Jack. He looks just like Joel.”

“
That doesn’t mean anything. You can’t just assume this is your son, and get Mom and everybody else torn up over it. I think that’s kind of irresponsible, Dad.”

“
So I shouldn’t do anything?” Chuck shot back. Bobbi watched as the back of his neck grew red. He dropped his hand to his thigh and clenched his fist.

“
I didn’t say that. You have no proof, no facts, just a worst-case scenario.”

“
So why’s she here?” Joel asked. “She’s not making a play for you, is she?”

“
Excellent question, Joel,” Bobbi said as she set a cup of coffee in front of her son, her eyes fixed on her husband. “Chuck, what’s the answer to that?” If everyone else could see through Tracy, maybe, just maybe, Chuck would recognize it.

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She’s very bitter,” Chuck said slowly moving his eyes from his wife to his son, “and Gavin thinks she just wants to prove she can do a better job at parenting than I can.”

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If that’s the case, then she would’ve been around all along,” Joel said, shaking his head.

“
You think Uncle Gavin is wrong?” Brad asked raising his eyebrows. “I don’t know if that’s ever happened.”