Hell, both of their fingers.

Insane.

“It’s up to your mom. You both are welcome to ride with me,” he said as he pushed the door open, holding it for both of them.

“Mom! Can we?”

“Angie, honey, I can drive.”

“Yeah, but I want to ride with Benji. He has, like, this huge truck—”

“Honey, not right now,” Lucy complained, rubbing her eyes, and when she looked down to see Angie’s dejected expression, she let out a breath. “I’m sorry, honey. I have such a headache.”

“More reason for Benji to drive.”

Clearing his throat, he said, “I don’t mind. I can bring you back to your car after lunch.”

Sighing, she shrugged, and he could tell she just didn’t want to fight. “Whatever. Stay with Benji. I’m gonna put your stuff in the car.”

Sliding her hand into Benji’s, Angie shrugged as they watched Lucy walk to her car. “Guess she’s not feeling good.”

“Yeah,” Benji said, his heart heavy. He was pretty sure she was mad at him, and he still really didn’t understand what he had done wrong. But he sure as hell wasn’t going to apologize. Rick could suck it; he wasn’t going to talk to Lucy like that. It was that simple. Clearing his throat, he gave her a weak smile. “She’ll be okay.”

Angie nodded. “Yeah, she always is. My grandma says she’s the strongest woman she knows.”

Benji agreed. But at what expense?

She always worried about everyone else and not herself. She felt she could handle everything, so fiercely independent. It was killing him. He wanted her to lean on him. Let him help. Let him be there for her. But then, who was he to ask that of her? He had just come into her life; she wasn’t used to it. But he would do everything for her to know that he was there. That he wanted to help.

When she started back toward them, Angie’s booster seat in hand, he tried to smile at her, but she ignored him, taking Angie’s other hand. Giggling, Angie squeezed both their hands, looking at Benji then to Lucy.

“Aw, we’re like a family!” Angie cheered, swinging their hands, and Benji smiled, while Lucy did not. “Isn’t this nice, Benji?”

Benji nodded, but he didn’t answer because Lucy warned, “Angela.”

“I’m just saying,” she said simply, but Lucy wasn’t playing, and Angie’s shoulders soon fell in defeat.

God, this sucked.

Reaching his truck, he opened the back for Angie and she hopped in with her seat, shutting the door. Lucy tried to get in, but he was blocking her on purpose. Turning to him, she gave him a look. “You’re in the way.”

“I know. Listen—”

“Not now,” she said, her eyes pleading. “I can’t right now. I’m doing everything to hold it together. Please, Benji. Not right now.”

He could see it in her eyes and it gutted him. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, kiss her, tell her it was okay, but he wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. “Do you need a hug?”

Her shoulders fell as her lip wobbled and she looked away. “I do, but not now. Not with Angie right here,” she almost whispered and his heart sank.

“Rain check?”

“Yeah,” she whispered as she pulled in another breath. He nodded, opening the door for her. She climbed in, and before he shut the door, he heard Angie ask if she was okay. Walking around the car, he saw Lucy reassure her daughter that she was. But he didn’t think she was, and he also wasn’t sure they were okay.

He wasn’t sure which thing bothered him more.

But he knew he could deal with them not being okay; he could fix that. But he worried about her. Could he fix her? Would she even let him?

Swallowing hard, he started the truck as Angie asked, “Did you hear from Dad, Mom?” Lucy stiffened as she folded her hands in her lap. But before she could answer, Angie said, “I didn’t see him. Sucks he didn’t come.”

Shaking her head, Lucy let out a long breath. “He was there. You didn’t see him?”

“No, where was he?”

“By the visitors’ side.”

Angie thought that over for a moment. “Why didn’t he say anything to me?”

Rage filled Benji’s soul as he sucked in a frustrated breath. What a dick.

“I don’t know, honey,” Lucy said sadly, and Benji couldn’t stop himself, he reached over and laid his hands on Lucy’s. “I’m sorry he didn’t.”

“Isn’t your fault,” she said simply, and Lucy closed her eyes as Benji squeezed her hand.

“She’s right, it’s not,” he said then, but Lucy didn’t say anything, she just looked out the window.

And he wanted to shake her.

At lunch, she also had nothing to say. No one really did, though. Benji talked hockey with Jayden and River, while the girls gushed over Angie. Lucy, though, she just sat there, smiling when she should. But it never reached her eyes. He tried to enjoy lunch. Autumn was a hoot, and River was so doting on her and Baylor and really proud of Angie. He remembered the man to be so hard, but seeing him with his ladies was sweet. It was obvious he loved them all. Even Lucy. He wrapped his arm around her, hugging her, and she curled into his side. But she didn’t say anything, just a weak smile that didn’t fool anyone.

“Honey, eat,” Autumn urged but Lucy shrugged.

“I’m fine, Mom, just tired. Not really hungry.”