Interesting logic. “What have you been doing while I was gone?” He drew her to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and put her hand on his shoulder. The trust inherent in the gesture made his knees weak. He’d only known this child for a week, yet she believed in him and knew that he would never hurt her. She’d accepted him with the innocence of one who has never been betrayed. Every time he was with her, he swore he would die before causing her a moment’s pain.

“Mommy and Kiki took me to the store today,” she said. “We had lunch out, too.” She grinned. “I had an ice cream for dessert.”

He touched the stains on her red T-shirt. “Chocolate, I’ll bet.”

Her soft giggle made him smile. “You’re so funny, Daddy.”

“What else have you been doing?”

“I’ll show you.” She wiggled to get down.

He lowered her to the floor and she headed for his office. Once in the doorway she turned back and motioned for him to follow. “Come on, Daddy. Come see.”

His office was long with his computer work station at one end and a good-size library of technical manuals at the other. In between was a small sitting area. The far wall was windows. Christie had pulled most of the cushions off the furniture to create a private world. She knelt down on the floor and pointed to the jumble of cushions.

“This is the castle,” she said. She picked up her doll Millie, whose everyday dress had been replaced by something fancy and long. “This is Princess Amdromada.”

“Amdromada?” He squatted beside her.

“Uh-huh. She’s very beautiful, and she has a handsome prince, only he’s busy right now. There’s a terrible dragon who wants Princess Amdromada for himself.” She pointed to a floor lamp she’d dragged over from the far corner. “He’s very dangerous. The princess has to be careful.”

“Why is the prince busy?”

Christie considered that for a moment. “He just is. Sometimes princes have a lot to do.”

How much of this was pretend and how much from her life? She and her mother lived alone. According to Erin, Christie had wanted a father for a long time. “Do you think the prince has forgotten about her?”

She stared at him, her brown eyes wide and troubled. “Princes don’t forget.”

“Does the prince know about his princess?”

“He should,” she said firmly. “Princes should know everything.”

Parker wondered if daddies were supposed to know everything, too. “Will the princess forgive the prince when he finally comes back?”

Christie thought for a moment. “If he promises to never go away again, she will.”

But he wasn’t going to be able to make that promise, Parker thought grimly. In seven days, Erin would take Christie back to Palmdale and he wouldn’t see his child again for weeks. He couldn’t imagine what his life would be without her.

He rose to his feet and held out his hand. “Would you like to see a different castle with a prince and a dragon?”

“Sure.” She clutched his fingers.

He led her to his computer, then sat in the chair and booted the system. Christie trustingly climbed into his lap. “It’s a program!”

“Yes. Something new. The recommended age is seven to ten, but you’re very smart so we’ll give it a try.”

Christie beamed at him. “You’re very smart, too.”

“Thank you.”

She leaned against his chest and stared at the screen. “Oh, it’s beautiful,” she said as the colorful shimmering castle appeared.

“The princess has been stolen by the evil dragon who takes her all over the world. The prince has clues and has to use them to find his princess. He must ask questions, battle against wizards and do good deeds for points.”

“I like it,” she said.

“It still has a few problems to be worked out,” he said. “But it’s a pretty good program.” A business associate had asked Parker to look the software over. The company had been forced to do some reworking when he’d pointed out having the prince rescue the princess was a little sexist for the nineties. They should let the princess do the rescuing every now and then.

He rolled the chair closer, then grabbed the mouse and slid it along the pad until the arrow pointed to the word Begin.

“First the dragon crossed an ocean,” he read. “We have to pick an ocean.” A map of the world appeared.

“Pacific Ocean!” she said loudly. “’Coz it’s so pretty.”

“Pacific it is.” He moved the mouse and clicked. The screen changed.

Slowly he and Christie worked their way toward saving the princess. Her bright chatter made him smile and her silly jokes allowed light in the darkness of his soul. Once again he realized their time together was half over. What was going to become of him when she was gone?

Sometimes when he was with her, he wondered what it would have been like if he and Robin had had children. Would a child have given her the will to survive? Would a child have given him a reason to go on or would he have destroyed that innocent being the same way he’d destroyed his wife?

At least Christie was safe from him. Erin was strong. She would protect her daughter, keeping her safe from all that threatened Christie, even if that meant keeping her away from him. He admired that about Erin. She had done what she had to do for Christie. She didn’t complain, she just got the job done.

It was as if his thoughts conjured her from thin air. Suddenly she was standing in the doorway to the office.

“Christie, it’s time to wash up for dinner.”

“We’re rescuing the princess. She needs me.”

“The princess will still be here after dinner, or even tomorrow,” he said. “Look, I can save the game in progress.” He showed her how to move the arrow, then click the command. When the screen had returned to the main menu, he swiveled the chair around and let Christie slide off his lap.

“I want to play again,” Christie said as she skipped toward her mother.

“I’m sure you will.” Erin gave him a weary smile. “I did warn you she was a handful.”

“She’s worth it,” he said.

“You’re right.” She touched her daughter’s shoulder. “Did you say thank you?”

Christie smiled shyly. “Thank you for playing with me.”

“You’re welcome. I enjoyed it, too.”

The little girl dashed toward the stairs. Erin glanced after her, then returned her attention to him. “You were worried about getting along with her, but it’s not so hard.”

“You’re right. I’ve enjoyed having her here.”

“She’s had a great time, too. See you at dinner.” She followed Christie to the stairs.

Parker watched her go. He found himself studying the gentle swaying of her hips. By now he’d grown used to the low level awareness he felt whenever she was around. If he didn’t touch her or get too close, he could keep it under control.

What surprised him was the more he was around Erin, the more he remembered Stacey. Or maybe it wasn’t all that startling. After all, they were twins. But he didn’t see their similarities as much as he saw their differences.

He remembered Stacey being intense and emotional. Erin was as bright as her sister, although in a different way. She didn’t converse knowledgeably about computer programming, but she was well-read. Her quirky humor often made him laugh in spite of himself. If not for that damn awareness, he would be perfectly comfortable around her.

He turned his chair until he was facing his computer screen again. He could go back to work on that program that was giving him so much trouble. He reached for the mouse, then pushed it away. He still didn’t have the solution so there was no point in wasting time. What he needed was a flash of brilliance. What he needed was Robin.

The thought propelled him from his chair. He crossed the office and headed for his bedroom. The master suite was close to the stairs. As he entered the large room, he glanced at the sleigh bed, and antique nightstand and dresser he’d found in the attic. Old and new blended well. He had Kiki to thank for that. When he’d redone his bedroom, she’d helped him pick out fabric and decide which pieces to use. He’d made the change in an effort to forget. It hadn’t helped much.

He crossed to the closet and quickly shrugged out of his dress shirt and trousers. After pulling on jeans, he buttoned the fly then returned to the dresser in the bedroom for a sweatshirt.

He slipped his arms into the soft fleece, then paused to look at the picture on top of the dresser. It showed Robin working at her computer. She hadn’t known she was being photographed. Oversize glasses slipped down her nose as she leaned back and stared at the screen. Her jeans were torn, her boots scuffed, her sweater slipping off one shoulder. The photo captured her at a moment of inspiration. Her wide mouth turned up in a smile while her arms were extended, palms up, in a gesture of victory.

He’d seen her that way dozens of times. For a while he hadn’t been able to look at the pictures without feeling pain. Now it gave him a bittersweet connection to the past.

He looked around the room and wondered if he’d been hasty in moving. The original master suite had been down the hall. He’d gutted two bedrooms and a bathroom, then converted them into the new master. The old suite had been divided into the second-floor library and storage. He’d sold the furniture he and Robin had used. It had been his way of trying to get on with his life. It hadn’t helped much.

He pulled the sweatshirt over his head then grabbed a pair of socks and his athletic shoes. He knew he would always love Robin and he would always miss her, yet the past week had taught him an important lesson. Having Christie in his life had shown him that five years after the fact he might finally be ready to let go of Robin. Maybe it was time to stop living in black-and-white.

When he got downstairs, Kiki was alone in the kitchen. She’d changed from her jogging suit into wool slacks and a sweater.

“I see you have a date tonight,” he said. “Which one is it?”

She raised her eyebrows and smiled. “Skip.”

“Ah, so I won’t expect you before dawn.”

“Maybe not even then. The chili is done. It can simmer until you’re ready to eat. I mixed up corn bread. Pop it into the oven for thirty minutes.” She leaned against the counter and stared at him. “You know it wouldn’t hurt you to try it once and a while. If you still remember how.”

He pulled a bottle of beer out of the refrigerator and opened the top. “The corn bread? I’ll have some tonight.”

“Not food, Parker. A woman.”

Dammit, why did people insist on saying things like that when he was drinking? He swallowed, then choked. After coughing for a couple of minutes, he could finally breathe again.

“Kiki,” he said warningly.

She ignored him. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

She walked to the island and braced her hands on the counter. Blue eyes met and held his gaze. “It’s been five years, Parker. That’s a long time to miss someone.”

He turned away and stared out the window. “It doesn’t matter how long it’s been, I still love Robin. I’ll always love her.”

“And I’ll always love my son, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to forget I’m alive. That’s what you’ve been doing all these years. You’re a walking corpse.”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

“I’m only saying this because I care about you. You have needs.”

He groaned silently. “My needs and I are just fine, thank you.”

“Are you? Really? What about the difference Christie has made in your life?”

He couldn’t deny that. “I like having her here.”

“Being alive isn’t so bad, is it?”

He glanced at his housekeeper. “Leave it alone, Kiki. It’s none of your business.”

“Bull.” She moved in front of him and tilted her head back as she stared at him. The fact that he was nearly a foot taller didn’t seem to intimidate her in the least. “I’ve seen how you look at her.”

What was she talking about? “Christie?”

“Erin.”

For one horribly uncomfortable moment he was afraid she’d been able to read his mind. He was willing to admit he might have felt the odd moment of desire, but so what? “She’s Christie’s mother.”

“So? That only makes it more convenient.”

“I’m not interested in convenient.”

“You’re not interested in anything.”

He took another sip of beer. “Maybe I should be like you and have several lovers.”

She smiled. She made a fist and gave him a mock punch in the upper arm. “You’re not the type, Hamilton. You couldn’t handle the pressure to perform.”

“I’m flattered,” he said dryly as she crossed to the small table in front of the window and collected her purse.

“Don’t take it so personally.” She headed for the door. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

He stared after her. “Kiki?”