head. âA big one, just like them.â
Kelly grinned at her daughter. âI think a small might be better. You can have more if you want it.â
Dani sighed heavily. âOkay, Mommy.â
Jordan laughed. At a quizzical look from Kelly, he said, âShe reminds me so much of you. Sometimes itâs spooky. It takes me back so many years.â
Suddenly nostalgic, Kelly asked, âThey were good times, werenât they, Jordan?â
He reached across the table and captured her hand in his. âThe best.â
Dani studied them intently, moving from Kellyâs face to Jordanâs and back again. âTell me,â she insisted. âTell me about way back then.â
Jordan finally released her hand and leaned back in the booth. âIt wasnât that long ago, munchkin,â he informed Dani indignantly. âYour mom and I are hardly old codgers.â
âWhatâs a codger?â
Kelly grinned at Jordanâs apparent loss for words. Obviously he wasnât used to a five-year-oldâs insistence on explanations for everything she didnât understand. Why and how come were among Daniâs favorite words.
âA codger,â she explained, âis a cranky old person.â
Dani nodded sagely. âOkay, you arenât that cranky, I suppose. Except when I forget and leave my markers all over the floor and you slip and fall down.â
âYes,â Kelly admitted. âI am definitely cranky then.â She leaned close to her daughterâs perfect face. âBut I am not old!â
âHow old are you?â
âYou know,â Kelly said, not particularly wanting to be reminded that she would turn thirty in a few months. If she had the same kind of early mid-life crisis Jordan had experienced, who knew what craziness she was likely to indulge in.
Dani looked at Jordan. âYou know how old she is. Tell me,â she commanded with all the imperiousness at her disposal.
Jordan waggled a finger to encourage her to come closer. Dani knelt on the seat and leaned across the table.
âShe is almost thirty,â he confided in a stage whisper.
âIsnât that old?â Dani asked.
âVery, very old,â he confirmed.
âYouâll pay for that,â Kelly warned him. She couldnât really get angry at the lighthearted byplay. Watching the exchange between her daughter and Jordan warmed her heart. If onlyâ¦She brought herself up short. That way lay heartache.
Jordan looked intrigued by her mild threat. âOh?â
âWhen you least expect it,â she added.
âSomething to look forward to,â he noted, clearly not the least bit worried.
A slow, lopsided grin crept across his face. There was a knowing twinkle in his eyes that made Kellyâs stomach flip over. Obviously sheâd chosen to taunt a master and heâd managed to turn the tables on her with no more than a dangerous look.
The moment might have lasted far longer, if Dani hadnât grown impatient at being ignored. She tugged on Jordanâs sleeve. âWhat was the baddest thing Mommy ever did?â
His eyes were still sparkling. This time, though, it was clearly at some memory Kelly had the feeling she didnât want him sharing with her precocious daughter. Thankfully, Anthony came out of the kitchen just then with their pizza. Kelly prayed that the distraction would get Daniâs mind off the past.
It worked, too, for another five minutes. Long enough for Dani to take her first bite of pizza and her first sip of soft drink. Long enough for Anthony andJordan to spend time catching up, before Anthony retreated to the kitchen. Long enough for Kellyâs nerves to get entirely rattled in anticipation of which memories were crowding into Jordanâs head and which he might choose to share.
Lord knew, she had her own. She remembered lazy summer days beside the creek, fishing poles in hand, as she and Jordan talked about