A Mother's Claim. Janice Kay Johnson
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Название: A Mother's Claim

Автор: Janice Kay Johnson

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Исторические любовные романы

Серия: Mills & Boon Superromance

isbn: 9781474065276

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СКАЧАТЬ he was still working on them when Uncle Nolan said, “Closing time.”

      He threw Christian’s bike in the back of his Suburban, then said, “I ordered a pizza.”

      “Cool!”

      They picked up an extralarge with practically everything on it. Uncle Nolan cooked broccoli, too. They always had a vegetable with dinner, no matter what else they were eating. Then they sat down and gorged.

      Uncle Nolan did finally ask about his day and grimaced when Christian asked if he’d done any business at all.

      “Sold a couple of Naish sails because I have them discounted. Harness lines, a vest, some little stuff.” Then he grinned. “Couple of cocky young guys rented a Hobie Cat.” That was a kind of small sailboat. Uncle Nolan thought they were ideal for rentals. “Came back an hour later with blue lips and chattering teeth, real sorry they hadn’t accepted my recommendation and rented wet suits, too.”

      Christian laughed.

      Like always, they cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher together; Uncle Nolan didn’t like anything left lying around, especially not dirty dishes.

      Christian headed for the stairs. “I’ve still got homework to finish.”

      Uncle Nolan said, “I need to talk to you first.” The way he said that scared Christian. It was kind of like when he’d had to tell Christian Mom was dead.

      He went back to the table and sat down.

      Uncle Nolan pulled out a chair, too. He sighed, rubbed his neck and sighed some more. Finally, he met Christian’s eyes. “I don’t know any way to soften this, so here goes. When Jason whacked you with that ax, I found out your blood type.”

      Christian nodded.

      “You have O positive. That’s pretty common.” He obviously didn’t want to say the rest. “It shook me up, because it meant my sister couldn’t be your biological mother.”

      On an explosion of fear, Christian shoved his chair back. “That’s not true!”

      Lines that weren’t usually there creased Uncle Nolan’s forehead. “I’m afraid it is. You know I had Dr. Santos draw your blood the week after you were hurt.”

      Still not having risen to his feet, Christian went very still. He’d kind of wondered why, when he was seeing their family doctor to make sure the wound hadn’t gotten infected or anything like that, he’d had to give blood. Especially after he’d lost so much.

      “The lab he sent the sample to verified the result. I requested your mom’s medical records to be sure I wasn’t misremembering.”

      He lectured then, about blood types and why someone with AB blood couldn’t have a child with O blood, even if the other parent had it. He said he’d tried to get Marlee to tell him how she’d come to adopt Christian but she wouldn’t. Christian had heard enough to know they were arguing, but not what it was about. Now he did.

      Scared like he’d never been, even when he was bleeding so much he thought he would die, Christian whispered, “But if she adopted me, it’s legal, right?”

      “I can’t find any paperwork.” Worry and sadness made Uncle Nolan look different than usual. “I can see her not bothering to go to court for a decree. She had trouble following a bunch of steps or conforming to what people expected of her.”

      “But...if she didn’t...where did she get me?”

      “You know she lived on the streets sometimes. Your biological mother could have been a teenager or an addict she met there, unable to take care of you. Marlee would have known that Grandma and Grandpa and I would help if she brought you home.”

      He swallowed and made himself say, “Does that mean I can’t stay with you?”

      “No.” Uncle Nolan’s jaw muscles bulged. “I’ll fight dirty to keep you, if it ever comes to that. And if there’s one thing I learned at Fort Bragg and overseas, it’s how to fight dirty.”

      Christian let himself breathe out and nod.

      “Here’s the thing, though.” Uncle Nolan squeezed the back of his neck, like it hurt. “There’s one other possibility we have to think about.”

      Christian got scared again. Really scared.

      “You know when your mom was off her meds, she didn’t always know what she was doing. She’d think things were true that weren’t.”

      He nodded numbly.

      Uncle Nolan had these bright blue eyes. Right now they were really dark, and Christian saw that he did hurt.

      “I need to make sure she didn’t steal you.”

      “She wouldn’t!”

      Uncle Nolan didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. Mom had gotten arrested a few times for shoplifting. Confused, she forgot she had to pay for things she wanted.

      So...she did steal sometimes.

      “I’ve wrestled with myself about this. A big part of me doesn’t want to do anything about what we know. You’re mine, and I want to keep it that way.”

      Christian waited, fire scorching his stomach.

      “But then I imagine how I’d feel if you disappeared and I never knew what had happened to you. What if you had parents who loved you deeply and you were taken from them? How can we go on the way we are and leave them suffering?”

      Christian didn’t care about anybody else, so long as he could stay with Uncle Nolan.

      “I’m not asking your permission.” His uncle’s blue eyes were regretful now. “I can’t live with myself if I don’t do this.”

      He shrank back. “What’s...this?”

      “We need to take a DNA sample—which we can get from some spit, so it’s no big deal—and have someone at the sheriff’s department list it in a couple of databases.”

      “So...somebody can find me.” He was shaking.

      “So if your DNA is already in one of those databases, a match will come up.”

      “You’ll let them take me, won’t you?” Suddenly he was on his feet shouting. “You can’t say no if they come! They’ll just take me.” He backed away. “You lied. You’re just like Mom. You’re both liars!”

      And he ran, not caring that it was dark and cold and raining outside. He didn’t slow down even to slam the back door behind him. He just kept running.

       CHAPTER TWO

      “PHOENIX HAS BEEN ACCEPTED.” Dana smiled at the very young woman across from her. “His enrollment starts at the beginning of the quarter. The child-care facility is right off campus, which makes drop-off and pickup easy for students. It won’t cost you СКАЧАТЬ