Sookie Stackhouse Boxed Set (Books 1-8) - Charlaine Harris [952]
I nodded.
“This is Hunter,” he said, and the child got a case of the shys. He hid behind his father’s legs and peeked around at me. “Please sit down,” Remy added.
I shoved a newspaper to one end of the couch and sat, trying not to stare at the man or the child. My cousin Hadley had been very striking, and she’d married a good-looking man. It was hard to peg down what left that impression. His nose was big, his jaw stuck out a little, and his eyes were a little wide-spaced. But the sum of all this was a man most women would look at twice. His hair was that medium shade between blond and brown, and it was thick and layered, the back hanging over his collar. He was wearing a flannel shirt unbuttoned over a white Hanes T-shirt. Jeans. No shoes. A dimple in his chin.
Hunter was wearing corduroy pants and a sweatshirt with a big football on the front. His clothes were brand-new, unlike his dad’s.
I’d finished looking at them before Remy’d finished looking at me. He didn’t think I had any trace of Hadley in my face. My body was plumper and my coloring was lighter and I wasn’t as hard. He thought I looked like I didn’t have a lot of money. He thought I was pretty, like his son did. But he didn’t trust me.
“How long has it been since you heard from her?” I asked.
“I haven’t heard from Hadley since a few months after he was born,” Remy said. He was used to that, but there was sadness in his thoughts, too.
Hunter was sitting on the floor, playing with some trucks. He loaded some Duplos into the back of a dump truck, which backed up to a fire engine very slowly, guided by Hunter’s small hands. To the astonishment of the Duplo man sitting in the cab of the fire engines, the dump truck let go of its load all over the fire engine. Hunter got a big kick out of this, and he said, “Daddy, look!”
“I see it, son.” Remy looked at me intently. “Why are you here?” he asked, deciding to get right to the point.
“I only found out there might be a baby a couple of weeks ago,” I said. “Wasn’t any point in tracking you down until I heard that.”
“I never met her family,” he said. “How’d you know she was married? Did she tell you?” Then, reluctantly, he said, “Is she okay?”
“No,” I said very quietly. I didn’t want Hunter to become interested. The boy was loading all the Duplos back into the dump truck. “She’s been dead since before Katrina.”
I could hear the shock detonate like a little bomb in his head. “She was already a vamp, I heard,” he said uncertainly, his voice wavering. “That kind of dead?”
“No. I mean really, finally.”
“What happened?”
“She was attacked by another vampire,” I said. “He was jealous of Hadley’s relationship with her, ah, her . . .”
“Girlfriend?” No mistaking the bitterness in her exhusband’s voice and in his head.
“Yeah.”
“That was a shocker,” he said, but in his head all the shock had worn off. There was only a grim resignation, a loss of pride.
“I didn’t know about any of this until after she passed.”
“You’re her cousin? I remember her telling me she had two. . . . You got a brother, right?”
“Yes,” I said.
“You knew she had been married to me?”
“I found out when I cleaned out her safe-deposit box a few weeks ago. I didn’t know there had been a son. I apologize for that.” I wasn’t sure why I was apologizing or how I could have known, but I was sorry I hadn’t even considered the fact that Hadley and her husband might have had a child. Hadley had been a little older than me, and I guessed Remy was probably thirty or thereabouts.
“You look fine,” he said suddenly, and I flushed, understanding him instantly.
“Hadley told you I had a disability.” I looked away from him, at the boy, who jumped to his feet, announced he had to go to the bathroom, and dashed out of the room. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah, she said something. . . . She said you had a hard time of it in school,” he said tactfully. Hadley had told him I was crazy as hell. He was seeing no signs of it, and he wondered why