He twitched, his shoulders hunching slightly. He obviously wasn’t used to being given orders, but his tone remained polite. Almost friendly. “I’m not sure if you remember me?—”
Of course she remembered him. How many huge, handsome men wandered through her life? Exactly two, and the first one was her home again/gone again father. “You’re Mr. Max, but summer camp is months away.”
“Call me Carl. Max is just what the kids call me.”
She’d be calling him Mr. Max because…well, because he was big and handsome and she couldn’t think straight around that. “Theo wants to stay the whole summer this year,” she said, wondering again how she was going to afford that. “He’s hoping that he could be a junior counselor or something.”
“I got his application already. And, yes, we’d be happy to have him, but that’s not?—”
“That’s great news,” she said with false cheer. The doorbell jangled, and Stacy disappeared to handle the customer. That left Becca alone with Mr. Max, who seemed to be sniffing the room. Well, lots of people liked the smell of sugar, so she shouldn’t find that weird. “I’ll tell Theo as soon as I see him. He can call you for details.” She looked again at her cell phone, hoping she’d missed a text during the cake disaster, but no luck. The screen remained stubbornly dark.
“That’s great,” he said, not sounding like it was great at all. Then he stepped farther into the room, his muscles rippling beneath his tee and his body dwarfing the remains of Cinderella’s castle. “Do you know where he is right now? I need to talk to him face-to-face.”
She swallowed. Trust the man to barrel right into her personal crisis. “Theo’s still at track practice.” She hoped. “Leave your card. I’ll have him call you.” She carefully turned her back on him. It was the only way to deal with obnoxious men.
“I’m sorry, Miss Weitz. I’ve been to the track field. Theo never showed up for practice.”
She whipped around, her hands curled into fists. How dare he approach her adopted son without her permission.
Then the rest of his words penetrated.
Theo didn’t show up for practice? But he lived for track and field. Even as a freshman, he was headed toward being the school champion at the discus. But that didn’t explain why this man had been looking for Theo. “You better start talking, Mr. Max, before I call the cops.”
He held up his hands, doing everything he could to appear nonthreatening. She wasn’t fooled. Just because he was big didn’t mean he was slow. “I just wanted to talk to Theo. About the job and… some other things.” Then he took another step into the room, his eyes tracking her closely. There was an intensity to the way he watched her that she found unnerving. “I’m friends with Amy. She told me that Theo has been difficult lately.”
“Amy Baum, my next-door neighbor?”
He nodded as he moved even closer. She’d back up, but there wasn’t a lot of maneuverability in her kitchen. “The walls are thin, and she’s heard stuff.”
This was getting way too personal. He was too close, literally and figuratively. So she poked the man straight in the chest. “He’s a teenager who lost his mother. Of course he’s moody.” And argumentative. And forgetful. And missing.
He took hold of her hand, firmly pulling it down and curling her finger into his palm. His hands were large and warm, but what she noticed most was that his completely enveloped hers, and he didn’t let her go. “I know. Look, Theo and I have a good relationship. I was in town and I thought I’d stop by. Maybe talk to him.”
“Because you’re such good friends.”
“Because I’m an older male who has been through… puberty.”
There was a hitch in his voice right before the word “puberty.” She had no idea what it meant, but it didn’t settle her nerves any. What did she know about hormonal boys? She’d grown up in an all-female household, since she was eight when her dad skipped. And damn it, Mr. Max still had hold of her hand.
“Come on, Miss Weitz. You’ve known me for years. I’m just trying to help.”
That was true. Theo had been going to Camp Max since elementary school. She wasn’t even sure how her sister had first heard of the place tucked next to Gladwin State Park. But Theo had loved it, and so first Nancy, then Becca, had saved every year to afford the place. She’d never heard one bad word about Mr. Max from anyone, including Theo, who lately hadn’t had a good word to say about anything. Which meant that the man probably was here just trying to help out.
But damn it, he was crowding her, and she couldn’t think with him so close.
“Why don’t you sit down? Tell me what’s been going on?”
His words were mesmerizing and had a tone of command that she resented. And yet, she did exactly what he suggested. Her shoulders slumped, and she dropped onto a stool and stared at Mr. Max’s boots. They were workman’s boots, hard, scuffed, and dirty. Normally, it would drive her insane to have those things in her kitchen, but for some reason, she found them reassuring. Normal guys had dirty boots. And Mr. Max had the most normal boots she’d ever seen, even if they were massively huge.
But she wasn’t going to just sit there and let him tower over her. “You sit, too,” she said, indicating another stool. “Here. Fill your hands with these.” She passed him a daisy cupcake and a tulip cookie. “Somehow big guys aren’t so threatening with their hands filled with baked goods. But before you eat, tell me what you found out at school.”
He didn’t like moving away from her. She could tell by the way his eyes narrowed and his shoulders twitched. But he didn’t argue with her either as he sat down.. The stool didn’t creek under his weight, which she counted as a good sign. Then he picked up the cookie, sniffed it, and neatly bit through the entire flower.
“Theo was in classes all day, according to his friends,” he said after he’d chewed and swallowed. “But he never made it to practice.”
“Which friend?”
“Tommy, Willy, and…um…Bruce?”
