Where did that come from?

“Well…” I started hesitantly. “Yes and no. They sent something through their attorneys but it’s just their way. They do stuff like that. It makes no sense. They’re angry with me for not taking their calls but that was months ago. They’ll chew on it awhile and get over it. Though,” I said with a smile, “the way it is with them in my life, it’s awful to admit, however true, that I’m kinda liking the reprieve.”

“Yeah,” he replied like he didn’t exactly believe me.

“It’ll be okay, Mickey,” I assured him. “They’ll get over it and then they’ll come out because it’s what you do, you spend time with your daughter and grandchildren. You’ll meet them. They’ll heartily disapprove of you. I’ll share that you’re Michael Patrick Donovan of the Magdalene Donovans who own Maine Fresh Maritime and they’ll stop heartily disapproving of you and start simply disapproving of you. Then Dad will attempt to talk Cillian out of his dreams of being a fighter pilot and into a role at Calway, which will drive you up a wall. In the end you’ll beg me to do something that will get us six more months of peace.”

I was joking.

He wasn’t laughing.

He just repeated, “Yeah.”

This troubled me at the same time the mention of Cillian being a fighter pilot reminded me that the first day the kids were off school, Mickey was taking them on a Christmas vacation to Phoenix. Something that was happening imminently.

He had not asked me to come, maybe because he knew I couldn’t considering my kids were with me. But we’d be separated for a week. We’d talked about planning some late Christmas celebration with all of us after they returned but we hadn’t nailed anything down.

I cuddled closer. “This night went so great, we should plan when we’re gonna do our belated family Christmas, honey.”

“After we get back. First day I have off when I got the kids. Your kids at my place.”

Decision made with no input from me.

His strange, highly unusual mood meant I didn’t challenge that.

Mickey was quiet.

I was worrying.

Mickey ended his silence.

“This goes the distance between us, my kids and me move in to Cliff Blue.”

My head tilted back instantly. “I’m sorry?”

He didn’t repeat himself.

He said, “You got enough rooms where the kids each can have their own space and you got that den for a guest bedroom just in case your brother or my folks come. I’ll sell my place, give you the profit. But I pay all utilities when we move in.”

“I…but…you…that’s…I don’t know—” I stammered but never finished the thought I didn’t quite get around to having.