CHAPTER 15
I'm gonna walk by faith and not by sight
Because I can't see straight in the broad daylight
-Out of the Grey, "Walk by Faith"
Rafe silently followed the Irishman into the house, closing the door behind him softly.
Ian glanced at the young man, who now nervously clutched his gift.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized. "Alison told us about your, uh, condition."
Rafe laughed nervously.
Why was he so worried?
'Calm down, Rafe; Calm down,' he repeated over and over in his head.
"I'm Ian Thornhart, and this is my son, Daniel," Ian introduced himself, repositioning the baby in his arms to shake the young man's hand.
'Ian. Ian, Ian, Ian.'
The name resonated through Rafe's mind. He knew he knew that name from somewhere...
"So... You went to Kelly's, huh?" asked Ian, attempting to make some sort of small talk.
Where in the hell was Lucy? This kid was her family, not his.
"Excuse me, 'Kelly's?'" Rafe repeated, confused.
Danny gurgled and Ian shifted him from one arm to the other, patting him gently on the back.
Ian nodded toward the item in Rafe's hands.
"The box."
"Oh!"
Rafe managed a weak smile.
"I, uh- I brought muffins. I don't know anything about the baker. I came in a cab, and I just asked the driver to stop somewhere so I could get 'em."
"Oh, that was sweet of you," said Ian, processing the information. "Well, I guess we should put them in the kitchen, huh? Follow me."
Ian turned and little Daniel's cherubic face popped into Rafe's view. The baby turned his head from side to side, studying the visitor.
Eager to avoid the child's awkward stares, Rafe quickly positioned himself next to Ian, following him back through the family room and into the kitchen...
I'm gonna walk by faith and not by sight
Because I can't see straight in the broad daylight
-Out of the Grey, "Walk by Faith"
Rafe silently followed the Irishman into the house, closing the door behind him softly.
Ian glanced at the young man, who now nervously clutched his gift.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized. "Alison told us about your, uh, condition."
Rafe laughed nervously.
Why was he so worried?
'Calm down, Rafe; Calm down,' he repeated over and over in his head.
"I'm Ian Thornhart, and this is my son, Daniel," Ian introduced himself, repositioning the baby in his arms to shake the young man's hand.
'Ian. Ian, Ian, Ian.'
The name resonated through Rafe's mind. He knew he knew that name from somewhere...
"So... You went to Kelly's, huh?" asked Ian, attempting to make some sort of small talk.
Where in the hell was Lucy? This kid was her family, not his.
"Excuse me, 'Kelly's?'" Rafe repeated, confused.
Danny gurgled and Ian shifted him from one arm to the other, patting him gently on the back.
Ian nodded toward the item in Rafe's hands.
"The box."
"Oh!"
Rafe managed a weak smile.
"I, uh- I brought muffins. I don't know anything about the baker. I came in a cab, and I just asked the driver to stop somewhere so I could get 'em."
"Oh, that was sweet of you," said Ian, processing the information. "Well, I guess we should put them in the kitchen, huh? Follow me."
Ian turned and little Daniel's cherubic face popped into Rafe's view. The baby turned his head from side to side, studying the visitor.
Eager to avoid the child's awkward stares, Rafe quickly positioned himself next to Ian, following him back through the family room and into the kitchen...