The Agent's Redemption. Lisa Childs

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СКАЧАТЬ at him again. Her voice cracking with panic, she said, “Not now. I don’t have time. You have to leave. Now!”

      Behind him, the door rattled and then flew open and a little blond-haired boy ran into the house. He stopped short when he saw Jared and stared up at him—his blue eyes wide with surprise. He asked, “Who are you?”

      * * *

      YOUR FATHER. THE WORDS stuck in Rebecca’s throat along with the scream of protest she had wanted to utter when the door had opened. Of course Tommy’s mother would drop Alex off early today. The horn of the minivan tooted as Beverly backed out of the driveway.

      “My name is Jared Bell,” the FBI agent answered his son. “What’s yours?”

      “Alex...” Suddenly shy, the little boy ducked behind her legs and peered around her at Jared.

      “Nice to meet you, Alex,” Jared replied. Then he raised his gaze from the little boy and met hers.

      She expected accusation or at least suspicion. But pain and regret flickered through his amber-colored eyes instead. “I understand,” he said.

      And her stomach clenched. Could he understand why she hadn’t told him? She wasn’t entirely sure that she understood herself. Of course his rejection had hurt her, and he’d told her that it would be better if they had no further contact. But he hadn’t known that she was pregnant. She hadn’t yet known she was pregnant when they’d broken up. But to break up, they would have actually had to be together. And all she had been to him was a slip in his professionalism. A mistake.

      And she hadn’t wanted her child to be a mistake to him, as well. So she’d chosen not to tell Jared. But occasionally guilt overwhelmed her—like whenever Alex had asked her about his father. And now, when father and son finally came face-to-face.

      Jared continued, “I understand why you didn’t want to talk about this case—with your son coming home.”

      Her sister had never been just a case to Rebecca. “Alex knows about his aunt Lexi,” she said.

      “I got my name from her,” the little boy interjected as he peeked around her legs again.

      Jared smiled at the boy. “It’s a very good name, too.”

      And Rebecca’s heart lurched at the deep grooves in his cheeks and at the warmth in his eyes. He was so handsome. But that wasn’t the only reason for her reaction. She hadn’t thought the no-nonsense FBI profiler would pay any attention to a child. He had never expressed any interest in them before. But he was being so sweet...

      So Jared.

      That was why she had fallen for him before—because he had been so sympathetic for her loss and so concerned for her well-being. She had thought he was falling for her, too. But he’d only been doing his job.

      That was all he was doing now. She hadn’t seen him in nearly six years. He had moved on to the next case—the next murder and the next killer. But he was back now—because there was another case.

      Another missing woman...

      Another family going through what she and her parents had gone through—what they were still going through. “I want to help you,” she said.

      He arched a brow as if surprised. “I thought you wanted to get rid of me.”

      She had—when she’d been worried that he would realize Alex was his son. But he didn’t appear to have made the connection. Alex was small for his age, though. Perhaps Jared hadn’t realized how old the little boy was.

      She really didn’t want to leave them alone while she retrieved the container of Lexi’s pictures and journals. “Alex needs a bath before bedtime,” she said. “He just got back from a playdate. Do you mind waiting?”

      His body tensed with urgency. He probably hated waiting. Amy Wilcox had already been missing for days.

      But Rebecca doubted that there was anything in Lexi’s personal effects that could lead him to the young woman. If the same man who’d taken Lexi had taken Amy, then Rebecca already knew who he was.

      But Jared refused to believe her. He believed an alibi instead. But the alibi could have been faked. Or a killer could have been hired.

      “I’ll wait,” he said. And he was already pulling out his cell phone.

      Of course he had calls to make. When she’d known him before, he had constantly been on his phone—following up leads, checking in with other agents. The man lived and breathed his job. When he had worked her sister’s case, she had mistakenly believed his intensity had been personal.

      But it was just who he was...

      Intense.

      Driven.

      Determined.

      But despite all those characteristics, he had been unable to find Lexi’s body. Or Lexi’s killer.

      She left Jared to his calls and tugged Alex toward the bathroom. Usually after a playdate with Tommy, he was exhausted. When she hosted a playdate with the hyperactive Tommy, she was always exhausted afterward, too.

      But now Alex was too curious to be tired. “Who is Jared Bell?” he asked as he pulled off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub.

      Your father. The words popped into her head again but stuck in her throat. She couldn’t tell either of them the truth. Not now.

      But guilt settled heavily on her heart. She should tell the truth. She probably would have—had she not been devastated by Jared’s rejection. But he hadn’t just rejected her; he’d rejected what she’d felt for him.

      He’d told her that she didn’t really have any feelings for him. She was only fixated on him because he was investigating her sister’s disappearance—that he had become a surrogate of Lexi to her.

      For such a brilliant man, he’d been incredibly dense and insensitive.

      “Mr. Bell is...” She had no idea what to tell her son. Jared had never really been a friend. And she couldn’t tell Alex that he was an FBI agent. Her little boy would never go to sleep because he would have a million questions for Jared.

      Alex was such a bright and inquisitive boy. His teachers had already moved him up a grade because they couldn’t challenge him. With his blond hair and blue eyes, he looked like her, but he had his father’s brilliance.

      She’d had to work hard for her grades. That was why she’d been so consumed with studying that she’d lost touch with her sister. Then she’d lost her entirely.

      “He has a gun, Mommy,” the little boy said.

      How had he noticed the weapon holstered beneath Jared’s jacket?

      “Was that why you hid behind my legs?” she asked. “Are you scared of him?”

      Alex shook his head and sent droplets of water flying across the sand-colored tile walls and floor and her T-shirt. “No. He has a badge, too.”

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