No One But You

wasn’t his strength. “I never tried out for the dance team.”
    “Funny, but I was talking about being stubborn. Headstrong.”
    “I’ll admit to those traits. For what it’s worth, I am sorry.”
    “Me, too. I’m glad to see you’ve done well, Wyatt. Success looks good on you.”
    “Not as good as it does on you.” He couldn’t help noticing the gold ring glinting on her right hand. No ring on her left. Had she divorced, too? He winced, knowing that pain. He still bore the scars. He squared his shoulders, trying to figure out the best way to end this and walk away before she figured out his history. Say “nice to see you, good luck with the shelter, hope the donation helps.”
    “Mom!” A strapping teenager trotted in their direction. He had Mariah’s cinnamon-brown hair and shimmering green eyes.
    Mariah, a mother? Wyatt couldn’t say why that threw him. He took a step back. “It was good seeing you, Mariah.”
    “Wait, don’t go. Not until you meet my son.” Pride lit her up. “Wyatt, this is Jake.”
    “Hey, I know you.” The kid in jeans and a gray sweatshirt with Mary’s Place emblazoned across it had to be in his midteens. A tall, athletic looking boy, he almost matched Wyatt’s six-three.
    Hard to believe Mariah had a teenager. She must have married young, right out of high school.
    “You’re the dude in the pictures.”
    “What pictures?” Okay, call him curious, Wyatt had to know. Did Mariah keep any evidence from their old days?
    “The pics in her yearbook.” The kid danced, light on his feet, like a basketball player waiting for an opening. “Plus there’s that old photo in her desk drawer. You are him. My mom’s old boyfriend.”
    “I apologize, Wyatt. I’m not responsible for the way he turned out.” Mariah rolled her eyes, amused. She might be making excuses, but love for her son shone on her beautiful face. It was unmistakable. “Now off with you, kid. Whatever it is, I’ll be there in a minute.”
    “The TV crew is set up and wants an interview. They’re already taping and stuff.” Jake’s smile was like Mariah’s, too, wide, generous and flashing. “So, what was my mom like when she was my age? Trouble, right?”
    “Lots of trouble. Always in and out of detention. The principal threw up his hands. Didn’t know what to do with her.”
    “I knew it. Mom’s no different now.”
    “Hey. Enough tall tales.” Mariah interrupted before their teasing could go any farther. She’d never been in detention in her life. “Off you go, troublemaker. I’ll deal with you later.”
    “Her threats don’t scare me.” Laughter flickered in Jake’s eyes. “So, you live in Buffalo now?”
    “Just moved from Manhattan. I’ve got properties and an office here, but I’m still hunting for a house. Been thinking about coming back for a while. It’s nice to be here.” Attractive, manly crinkles creased the corners of his eyes, adding character to his face. “These days, I’m trying to dial things down, take life a little easier.”
    “Cool. Hey, I saw your old team picture.” Jake focused the power of his easy grin on Wyatt. “Do you still play basketball?”
    “I used to. A few years ago I was on a gym league in the city. A bunch of friends and I burned up the court.”
    “Awesome. I’m on my school team, but I’m in another league, too. We have a game tonight. I’m trying to learn as much as I can.”
    “Good for you. You never know. It might lean to an athletic scholarship when you need it.”
    Exactly when had she been left out of the conversation? Honestly. Mariah couldn’t believe it. If she waved her hands for attention, would either of them notice?
    “I already thought of that. I want to be a veterinarian, so I’m hoping for at least a partial scholarship.” Excited to find someone new to talk over his plans with, Jake didn’t pause for breath. “I’m keeping my grades up, too. Maybe I’ll get something academic, but in this economy—“
    “There are no guarantees,” Wyatt finished. “Sounds like you’re doing everything right. You’re covering both bases, athletic and academic. Mariah, you’ve got a smart son.”
    “So I hear. Jake, please go tell Sally and her crew I’m ready for the interview I promised her.”
    “Sure. Mr. Royce? If you’re looking for a team, there’s a league at the Lake Shore Community Center you might want to check out. You know, if you’re interested.” Jake skipped backward, as if reluctant to