description of the walk he'd taken in space.
"Weren't you scared?" David asked.
"No. By the time we got up there, we'd rehearsed everything so many times, I knew exactly what to expect."
"But something could have gone wrong."
"It could have. But I knew that I had a crew in the ship and another on the ground making sure that nothing did."
"What's it like when you blast off?"
Law squeezed his eyes shut. "Thrilling. Like nothing else. It's the culmination of tedious hard work, study, practice, delays, decision-making. But it's worth every second of the anticipation and frustration. More."
David inched closer. "What were you thinking?"
"Honestly?"
"Honestly."
"I was praying I wouldn't overflow my tee-tee bag."
David laughed. "No. Really?"
"Well, besides that, I was thinking, This is it. This is what I've always wanted to do. This is what I was born for. It's here. I'm living it!"
"Gee."
The worshipful look on his face alarmed Marnie. "I hate to break this up," she said from the doorway "but I've got to go to the rest home now. And, David, if you don't leave soon, you'll be late for soccer practice."
David rolled off his bed and landed on his feet. "Mom, you'll never believe this! He let me drive! That car is something else, almost like being in a cockpit, isn't it, Colonel Kincaid?"
"Almost. That's why I bought it. If I can't be flying, I want to pretend I am."
"It was terrific, Mom. You should have been with us." Then, looking guilty for being so caught up in his own excitement, he asked, "How'd your meeting with Mr. Howard go?"
"He liked my rough sketches but made no promises." Needlessly she consulted her wristwatch. "You'd better go, David."
"You play soccer?" Law had been sitting on the edge of David's bed. He came to his feet.
"I'm a halfback for the Tornadoes, my school team. We're going to be city champs."
"I like that tone of confidence," Law said with a broad smile.
"To make sure we win, the coach is working us double time."
"Then you'd better not be late for practice."
They moved toward the door where Marnie was waiting.
"Will you be here when I get back?"
"No, he won't." When Marnie curtly answered the question that had been intended for Law, four identical eyes were turned on her. She gave a weak smile. "I'm sure Colonel Kincaid has other things to do, David. Run along now. But be careful on your bike. Got your house key?"
"Yes Mom. Well, 'bye, Colonel Kincaid. I can't believe I got to meet you. Thanks for autographing my poster."
"It was my pleasure, David." They shook hands. For the first time that Marnie could ever remember, David seemed reluctant to go to soccer practice.
He trudged down the stairs, frequently turning his head to gaze back at Law. As soon as he was out the front door, Marnie looked up at her visitor.
"I really do need to leave for the rest home now. My mother's not doing well, and if I'm not there when she expects me, she—"
He blocked her path and checked the flow of superfluous words. The charm he had turned on for David had disappeared with the boy. "I want the truth from you. I want it now." He took a quick breath. "Is he my son?"
Her gray eyes filled with tears. Her tongue made a swipe at the lips now shiny with peach-colored gloss. She bowed her dark head so that the crown of soft curls almost touched the center of his chest.
"He's my son," she whispered. " Mine. "
"Somebody fathered him." Crooking a finger beneath her chin, he tilted her head up. "Is he my son?"
Marnie looked directly into his eyes and answered, "Yes."
Chapter 3
«^ »
H e encircled her upper arm with his hand. "I'll drive you wherever you need to go."
"You'll do no such thing."
"We need to talk."
There's nothing to talk about."
"Like hell," he said, lowering his face to inches above hers. "You just told me I've got a teenage son. One million would be a conservative estimate of how many questions I've got to ask you. Until I get some answers, I'm sticking to you like glue. Now, for
"Weren't you scared?" David asked.
"No. By the time we got up there, we'd rehearsed everything so many times, I knew exactly what to expect."
"But something could have gone wrong."
"It could have. But I knew that I had a crew in the ship and another on the ground making sure that nothing did."
"What's it like when you blast off?"
Law squeezed his eyes shut. "Thrilling. Like nothing else. It's the culmination of tedious hard work, study, practice, delays, decision-making. But it's worth every second of the anticipation and frustration. More."
David inched closer. "What were you thinking?"
"Honestly?"
"Honestly."
"I was praying I wouldn't overflow my tee-tee bag."
David laughed. "No. Really?"
"Well, besides that, I was thinking, This is it. This is what I've always wanted to do. This is what I was born for. It's here. I'm living it!"
"Gee."
The worshipful look on his face alarmed Marnie. "I hate to break this up," she said from the doorway "but I've got to go to the rest home now. And, David, if you don't leave soon, you'll be late for soccer practice."
David rolled off his bed and landed on his feet. "Mom, you'll never believe this! He let me drive! That car is something else, almost like being in a cockpit, isn't it, Colonel Kincaid?"
"Almost. That's why I bought it. If I can't be flying, I want to pretend I am."
"It was terrific, Mom. You should have been with us." Then, looking guilty for being so caught up in his own excitement, he asked, "How'd your meeting with Mr. Howard go?"
"He liked my rough sketches but made no promises." Needlessly she consulted her wristwatch. "You'd better go, David."
"You play soccer?" Law had been sitting on the edge of David's bed. He came to his feet.
"I'm a halfback for the Tornadoes, my school team. We're going to be city champs."
"I like that tone of confidence," Law said with a broad smile.
"To make sure we win, the coach is working us double time."
"Then you'd better not be late for practice."
They moved toward the door where Marnie was waiting.
"Will you be here when I get back?"
"No, he won't." When Marnie curtly answered the question that had been intended for Law, four identical eyes were turned on her. She gave a weak smile. "I'm sure Colonel Kincaid has other things to do, David. Run along now. But be careful on your bike. Got your house key?"
"Yes Mom. Well, 'bye, Colonel Kincaid. I can't believe I got to meet you. Thanks for autographing my poster."
"It was my pleasure, David." They shook hands. For the first time that Marnie could ever remember, David seemed reluctant to go to soccer practice.
He trudged down the stairs, frequently turning his head to gaze back at Law. As soon as he was out the front door, Marnie looked up at her visitor.
"I really do need to leave for the rest home now. My mother's not doing well, and if I'm not there when she expects me, she—"
He blocked her path and checked the flow of superfluous words. The charm he had turned on for David had disappeared with the boy. "I want the truth from you. I want it now." He took a quick breath. "Is he my son?"
Her gray eyes filled with tears. Her tongue made a swipe at the lips now shiny with peach-colored gloss. She bowed her dark head so that the crown of soft curls almost touched the center of his chest.
"He's my son," she whispered. " Mine. "
"Somebody fathered him." Crooking a finger beneath her chin, he tilted her head up. "Is he my son?"
Marnie looked directly into his eyes and answered, "Yes."
Chapter 3
«^ »
H e encircled her upper arm with his hand. "I'll drive you wherever you need to go."
"You'll do no such thing."
"We need to talk."
There's nothing to talk about."
"Like hell," he said, lowering his face to inches above hers. "You just told me I've got a teenage son. One million would be a conservative estimate of how many questions I've got to ask you. Until I get some answers, I'm sticking to you like glue. Now, for
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