Then we both said, “No.”

Emma adored Ryan’s sister, Melissa.

Unfortunately, Melissa could be forty minutes late because she’d stopped for coffee while already running late.

There was also the babysitting incident.

Melissa had let Emma watch IT because, according to Melissa, Emma had promised she “wouldn’t get scared.”

Emma slept between Ryan and me for four nights and still deeply distrusted balloons.

So we kept searching.

Then one afternoon, Travis found me beside my car in the

driveway, complaining to my mother on the phone about after-school care.

After I hung up, he leaned against his fence.

“What time does Emma get out?”

“Three.”

“My rehearsal finishes at two-thirty on Tuesdays through Fridays. Place is two blocks from her school. I can walk her home.”

I laughed. “You want to pick up a seven-year-old from elementary school dressed like that?”

He glanced at his leather vest.