to do, the front door flew open and an older, heavyset, gray-haired woman exited. She went halfway down the stairs, then turned back as Jack appeared in the doorway.
âDonât come back, Maria. Youâre fired!â Jack bellowed, causing several seagulls whoâd been walking the beach to squawk and take flight.
âOkay.â Maria nodded and smiled. âIâm fired.â She continued down the stairs as Jack slammed the door. As Maria hurried to the station wagon, she offered Marissa a wide grin. âBe careful. Heâs very cranky this morning.â
âThanks,â Marissa replied, surprised by the womanâs friendliness. She got Nathaniel from his car seat, grabbed the sack of groceries and the diaper bag, then stared up the staircase. âVery cranky,â she repeated beneath her breath. âHe wasnât exactly Mr. Sunshine yesterday. How much worse can it be?â
She climbed the stairs and set the sack of groceries down, then knocked on the door.
âGo away.â Jackâs voice came from somewhere inside the house. âI said you were fired.â
Marissa drew a deep breath, then cracked open the door. âMr. Coffey? Itâs me, Marissa.â The door jerked out of her hand and she found herself face-to-face with the man himself.
âWhat in the hell are you doing here?â
It was apparent that heâd had a rough night. His hair stood askew and the stubble that darkened his cheeks and chin was thicker. His eyes were midnight-blue, with dark, bruiselike circles beneath. His appearance provoked a renewed burst of heartfelt guilt to seep through Marissa.
âIâve come to make you some breakfast,â she said. He stared at her as if sheâd lost her mind. She grabbed the sack. âIâI brought everything I need.â
Nathaniel wiggled in her arms and pointed to Jack, who scowled irritably. âWhat did you bring?â he asked grudgingly.
âHam and eggs, biscuits and milk to make gravy.â
He hesitated a moment, then stumbled away from the door. âKnock yourself out.â
Marissa entered the house and caught her breath. The first thing that stole her breath away was the view. The living room had one wall of glass, offering a splendid panorama of the beach and the ocean.
The second thing that made her catch her breath was the utter chaos that reigned in the room. The surface of the coffee table was covered with old newspapers, empty soda cans and a variety of fast-food wrappers.
The computer workstation in one corner of the room appeared to be an extension of the coffee table. More fast-food wrappers, empty cans and bottles of juice and stacks of paperwork covered the entire area. The carpeting needed vacuuming and what little wood she saw needed polishing.
âDonât mind the mess,â he said as he sank onto the sofa where a bed pillow and a blanket awaited him. âI just fired my housekeeper.â
âI think I met her on the way in,â Marissa replied.
âShe was supposed to work for me today, but stopped by to tell me there was an important bingo game and her sister the psychic told her today was her lucky day.â
âI wouldnât consider getting fired particularly lucky,â Marissa exclaimed. âBut she didnât look too upset about losing her job.â
Jack sighed and raked a hand through his hair.âHell no, she wasnât upset. She intentionally aggravates me so Iâll fire her because she knows Iâll call her to come back and sheâll decline and Iâll offer her a raise and sheâll come back.â
He might be cranky, but at least he was more talkative this morning than heâd been yesterday, Marissa thought.
âI see you brought the death squad with you,â he said. âDonât you have a husband to watch him while you pursue your mission of mercy?â
âNo, I donât.â Marissa wasnât about to get