Page 8 of Blue Sky

But even if he kept his word and gave me this job, getting through the next ten weeks would be brutal. Especially for my sisters. My uncle would definitely agree to watch them, but he was an alcoholic. And Beck had said that I’d be off work every day in the afternoon, so I was hoping I’d be able to pick the girls up from school and be with them until they went to sleep. And honestly, what other choice did I have? They couldn’t stay with my mother because she often didn’t come home. It was only for ten weeks. They would be fine for ten weeks. That had to be.

Mónica grasped my hands. “So, then what? After the ten weeks, we can move to San Diego? How are you going to get Mama to sign over custody?”

My heart dropped. I prayed this wouldn’t blow up in my face. My Mama could screw this entire thing up. If she found out about the job, she would embarrass me and show up at Beck’s house. And Beck definitely wouldn’t want my mother around his daughter. But I had to put on a brave face for Mónica. “Whoa. No cantes victoria todavía. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I haven’t even started the job. He could call tomorrow and say he changed his mind.”

Her face dropped. In a way, she needed this more than I did. I had already lived two years of my adult life like this. Mónica wouldn’t tolerate it. The second she turned eighteen she would flee this town, any way she could, whether it was on the back of a motorcycle or hitching to San Diego. My sister was not the type of girl to stay here and tough it out.

I placed my hand on her shoulder. “Let’s go eat. I brought back the rest of the enchiladas. And remember, don’t tell Mama. I will deal with her when I start the job.”

I opened the door, expecting to find Mama scarfing down the food, but instead, she had vanished again. Fine by me. I was pretty sure she didn’t like my sass, but her moods no longer concerned me.

I plated the enchiladas for Ana María and Mónica, and we sat down around the kitchen table.

I hadn’t said grace since my abuela died, but tonight I wanted to. To honor her. To honor the gift of this job. To honor the food on our table.

“Bless us, O Lord, and these your gifts, which we are about to receive from your bounty. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.”

Mónica gave me a quizzical look but didn’t question me. “Amen.”

“Amen.” Sweet Ana María looked so adorable clasping her hands. A chill passed through me. What if something happened to the girls while I was at work? Would they be okay?

They had to be okay. Had to be. This had to work. But I couldn’t stop thinking of all the ways this could go tragically wrong.

Mónica scooped a big bite of the enchiladas. “These are so good. Definitely why he hired you. And, of course, because you look sexy in that dress.”

I shook my head, completely in denial of what I had felt during the interview. He was so ridiculously hot, looked like he walked off a movie set. But his tone with me was serious and his eyes looked sad. But at least a couple of times during the interview, I could swear he was attracted to me. The way his eyes lingered on my body when I first walked in, how hard he embraced me back when we hugged. But that was probably wishful thinking. “No, it was nothing like that. He did ask me if I had a boyfriend but made it clear to me that he didn’t even want to be my friend. I mean, his wife died last year. It’s all so sad. He seems like a really good man.”

A good man. Those words hung heavy on my lips. What was a good man? Did I even know? Had I even met one? My uncle was a hard worker, had provided for his family, and had been faithful to my aunt, but he fell apart when he has lost his job. Became a nasty drunk and my aunt left him. Now, he was even more of a mess. And in his drunken stupors, he was violent. He had once choked my aunt.

“Was he hot?”

I exhaled. I didn’t want to tell Mónica how sexy Beckett was, how once during the interview I became entranced with his eyes. But I had no one else to confide in but her. “Yes, Mónica, he was. So gorgeous. He was over six feet tall with the most incredible body, and had the most beautiful sky-blue eyes. But I could tell he had a bad boy streak in him. I mean, his arm had a bunch of tattoos. And he smelled so good.”

Mónica squealed like the schoolgirl that she was. “Damn, girl. Forget working for him. Marry him. Does he have a brother?”

I eyed her. In my dreams. Though I had vowed not to even consider dating seriously until I had a college degree, could support myself and my sisters, and was stable, a man like Beck seemed completely unattainable.

“Ay, Mónica, you’re crazy. I’m not going to marry him. He’s my boss. He wouldn’t hit on me anyway. I highly doubt I’m his type. His daughter has white-blonde hair. I’m sure his wife was some gorgeous rich, educated classy woman. And she just died a year ago.”

But at some point, he would move on, right? I couldn’t imagine a man as sexy as him being single forever. “Even when he’s finally ready to date again, I highly doubt that he would be interested in some poor chica from El Centro. And by that time, we will be in San Diego starting our new lives. He’s a Blue Angel. He can get any woman he wants. The prettiest girls in the world.”

Ana María finally seemed to comprehend our conversation. “You are the prettiest girl, Lo.”

I leaned over and kissed her forehead. She was so sweet. She deserved a great childhood. A princess room instead of a cheap blanket. I bet Sky had the best nursery. Probably with one of those plush cribs from Pottery Barn and designer baby dresses. I tried not to be jealous, but sometimes I couldn’t help it. Why did some people have so much when I had so little?

Mónica pinched me. “All I’m saying is that it could happen. Just like The Sound of Music. We could be like the Von Trapp family.”

I laughed. “Yeah, but I can’t carry a tune. You are silly. Get your head out of the clouds. Best case scenario, I truly get this job, and we take the money and start over in San Diego. We can have a good life and make something of ourselves. But I promise you—I’m not going to fall in love with my super-hot boss. I want him to respect me, not see me as some girl who would use sex to get money. It would be gross, because he’s paying me. I want to teach you girls your own self-worth. That you have something to offer the world besides your body.”

And I meant every word I said. Maybe one day, after we had moved to San Diego, I would meet a nice man who would treat me right and accept my sisters as part of his family. But until then, I would happily remain single.

We spent the next hour actually enjoying ourselves. Laughing, fantasizing about our new lives in San Diego. Mónica dreamed of working in a clothing store to get discounts and spending her weekends hanging out at the beach. And Ana María wanted to take dance lessons and learn how to ride a bike. Those little things in life that most people took for granted would be huge for us.

I cleared the table and Mónica started doing the dishes. Then, my phone beeped.

Mónica and I shared a glance, and we ran over to it. She grabbed my phone first, but I stole it out of her hands.

My heart skipped when I read the text from a phone number with an 850 area code.

Paloma, this is Beckett. I enjoyed meeting you tonight and loved the delicious enchiladas you cooked. I already checked your references. Your teacher couldn’t say enough good things about you. Sky is a bit restless, and I have to report to base early tomorrow for a meeting with the Captain. Is there any way you could start tonight?