After she cleaned her fingers, she swiped the disposable cloth over the window for a clearer view, flatted her palm over the pane as if to reach through to something outside. "How can a mother abandon her children like that? Regardless of whether she loved us or not, she was responsible. Even a dog stays with her puppies until they can fend for themselves." Her hand fell from the smudged view of endless sand mottled by rippling heat. "Of course, I guess she figured it out in time for Yasmine."
Monica paused, crinkling her nose in self-disgust. "Eww. Sibling rivalry sounds so juvenile."
He'd learned early not to pick sides in his sisters' battles, and they loved each other. The animosity between Monica and Yasmine bore no resemblance to any family relationship he'd witnessed. "She doesn't make it easy for you."
"Thanks." A wry smile flickered as she pitched the dirty paper cloth into the trash. "Even if you're sucking up, I still enjoyed hearing that."
"I aim to please."
She snorted. "Still angling for that spanking, are you?"
"Monica."
"Yeah?"
"We don't have to laugh right now."
Her head fell forward, hair sliding to shield her face and emotions. "Thank you."
He'd seen her. She was okay. He should go. He needed sleep. His boots wouldn't move.
With a toss of her hair, she looked up again. "I don't want to be one of those people who blames their parents for everything. I'm an adult. I make my own decisions."
"Yes, ma'am, you do."
"Then why can't I let this go?"
Finally she'd given him an opening and he sure as hell didn't want to screw it up. Not just because he wanted more from her, but because it was tearing him up to see her indomitable spirit bent.
He scrounged for what his brother would say and came up dry. Hell, he'd just have to go with his gut and pray. "When I was a kid, we always spent summer days with Grandma Korba. Me, my brother Tony and our sisters. Our parents both had to work to keep the dry-cleaning business in the black. Child care was too expensive, and of course Grandma Korba... well, she said she'd watch us and nobody argued with her."
Monica smiled that gorgeous grin that made her perfect high cheekbones all the more prominent, exotic. "I think I would like her."
She would. If they ever met.
He left the statement unspoken. "Every summer, Grandma allots five days for her pilgrimage."
"Pilgrimage?"
"To Graceland."
Monica poked him in the gut with one finger. "You're making this up."
Jack raised his hands in surrender. "Believe me, no way would I make up anything this out-there. She would stuff all four of us in her green Pinto and leave Chicago behind for Tennessee. Now in order to afford the nights in a motel, she packed her own food. A jug of Kool-Aid, loaf of bread, peanut butter, jelly, and cereal for breakfast."
He smiled at the warmth of the memory and at the pleasure of sucking Monica in until she wasn't looking out the window anymore. "Frosted Flakes were messy if you ate 'em dry, so we saved those for the motel and cracked open the Froot Loops first. We'd pass that box around and around. By the time we hit the Tennessee state line, we were fighting over the prize at the bottom of the box."
She laughed, smiled, lighter. "I thought you said we weren't going to laugh?"
"Well, what can I say? I'm me." He hooked his hands on his h*ps to keep from touching her. "And I still love Froot Loops and the King, thanks to those summers. But I don't like small cars. Or even small planes, for that matter, after being wedged between Tony and one of my sisters for five hundred miles."
Distance be damned. He let himself slide a hand behind her neck, cup it with firm insistence as he made his point. "Childhood affects us. Good and bad, nobody's fault. There's just no way around it."
She flicked his zipper tab with one finger. "Since my childhood's a walking advertisement against marriage, you're shooting yourself in the foot here with this argument."
Maybe. Maybe not. "Yeah, I know. But I learned something in Vegas a few months ago."
"Never drink tequila with a girl from Red Branch, Texas, unless you're prepared to say 'I do'?"