Sweet Trouble. Susan Mallery

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      “Me, either,” Paula told her. “Where are you staying?”

      “In a motel. I’m going to rent some place furnished in the University District. It will be cheap in the summer.”

      “That will make for a lot of driving,” Paula said. “You could just stay here. With me.”

      Jesse didn’t know what to say. Talk about an unexpected invitation. “Are you sure?”

      “Come see the rooms, then decide.”

      Stunned, Jesse followed her upstairs. Two bedrooms sat at one end of the hallway, a shared bathroom between them. Both were set up for guests, with double beds and bright colors. The rooms were lovely, well lit and clean, so different from the seedy place she would have to rent, that she felt herself getting emotional.

      “Paula, this is beyond generous,” she murmured.

      “They’re both yours for as long as you want,” Matt’s mother said. “I’ve missed four years of my grandson’s life because I was a scared, lonely woman terrified of losing the little she had. Well, I did lose it and I’ve been regretting that more than I can say. Stay here. Please. Let me have the chance to get to know you and Gabe. Let me make up for how horrible I was five years ago. You didn’t deserve that, Jesse. This is the least I can do.”

      Actually, it was an irresistible offer, Jesse thought, looking at the rooms. One she wasn’t about to refuse.

      “Thank you,” she said, feeling safe and welcome for the first time since arriving in Seattle. “You’re being more than kind. Gabe and I would love to stay.”

      “Good. Why don’t you head back to your hotel and pack while I go to the grocery and stock up. Oh, you’ll have to tell me what you both like to eat. I’ve missed cooking for more than myself.”

      A beautiful place to stay and someone to do the cooking? It was a little corner of heaven, Jesse thought. And Paula was the most unlikely angel.

      CHAPTER FOUR

      MATT STOOD IN FRONT OF the large window as he spoke. He was still angry; he could feel the rage burning inside, although he did his best to keep his voice controlled. Not that his attorney was fooled.

      “This isn’t the time to make decisions,” Heath told him. “Wait a few days, a couple of weeks. Nothing is going to change and you’ll get a chance to calm down.”

      “You wouldn’t be furious in my position?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

      Heath sat on the edge of his desk. “I’d be beyond pissed,” the other man admitted. “Not telling you she was pregnant and then taking off is unforgivable. We can sue her for that in civil court.”

      That wasn’t going to happen, Matt thought grimly. Mostly because Jesse had told him she was pregnant—he just hadn’t believed her. Or rather he hadn’t believed the baby was his, which was about the same thing.

      He didn’t want to think about the past. That was a different time and he was a different man now. More controlled and capable, not someone to be led by his emotions. He’d learned a damn hard lesson and he wouldn’t make those same mistakes again. Just because he was the kid’s father didn’t change the fact that she’d slept with someone else.

      “I want her destroyed,” he said quietly. “Start with a thorough investigation. I want to know everything about the past five years. Where she’s lived, what she’s been doing, who she slept with, who she talked to. Everything. She used to sleep around, so that won’t have changed. There may be other things.”

      Heath nodded. “We’ll find whatever there is and use it against her.”

      It wasn’t going to be enough, Matt thought. He wanted more. He wanted her broken and bleeding. He wanted her to lose everything and know that he’d taken it. He wanted revenge.

      “There are a dozen ways to make her life uncomfortable,” Heath continued. “Equal say in all decisions, getting an injunction so she can’t leave Seattle. The big one is to sue for custody.”

      Take the boy from her. Matt considered the possibility. How she would react. “Do it,” he said.

      Heath cleared his throat. “You realize that if you win, you get the kid.”

      An abstract concept, he thought. “I’ll deal with that when it happens.” If he needed help, he would hire it. Nannies and boarding schools existed for a reason.

      “Do it,” he repeated. “Draw up the papers to sue for custody, but don’t serve her until I tell you. I want to see how this is going to play out.”

      There were options to be explored. He was patient. He didn’t have to rush in right away. He could wait and figure out the best way to play his hand. The best way to hurt her and the best way to win.

      NICOLE HELD the front door open as Claire led both her children up the front walk. She greeted four-year-old Robby and two-year-old Mirabella before turning to her sister.

      “You look perfectly rested,” Nicole grumbled as they embraced.

      “You were, too, before the twins were born, and you will be again in a few months.” Claire smiled. “Actually, you’re looking pretty good.”

      “I got some sleep yesterday afternoon while Eric was at a play date.”

      “The twins are getting into a routine?”

      “Sort of.”

      Nicole waited until they were in the family room. Robby and Eric raced to the toy bin in the corner and began digging through the contents. Mirabella snuggled up next to her mom on the sofa. For once the twins were awake and not crying as they surveyed the world from identical baby seats.

      Nicole sat in an oversized chair that faced the sofa and watched Claire as she spoke. “Jesse’s back.”

      Claire smiled serenely, something she’d always done. It still made Nicole crazy. “Is she?”

      “You’re not surprised.”

      “She’d mentioned she was thinking of returning to Seattle for the summer.”

      Nicole stiffened. If not for the five children in the room, she would have been on her feet and swearing, which Claire knew and probably counted on.

      “You’ve been in touch with her,” Nicole said, working hard to keep the accusation out of her voice. This was so like Claire. All sweet and agreeable on the outside, but doing exactly what she wanted.

      Claire sighed. “She’s my sister, too. A sister I never got a chance to know. You two had the fight, not me, and when she went away, I felt like I’d lost her all over again. So yes, I’ve been in touch with her. We e-mail every month or so. I didn’t think you’d want to know about it.”

      What Nicole wanted was to scream, and maybe throw something. She resented the logic of what Claire had СКАЧАТЬ