Sarah's Secrets. Lisa Childs

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      He offered a reassuring smile. “I’m okay, Mom. Totally healthy.”

      She laughed. “I know. Hey, you looked good out there.” Her red lips curved into a proud smile, which faltered as she followed her son’s gaze to Royce. “Jeremy, this is Mr. Graham. And this is my son, Jeremy Mars.”

      The boy stuck out his hand, an ID bracelet dangling from his wrist. Such an uncomplicated kid. How’d he come from such a complicated mother?

      Royce shook her son’s hand. The boy’s grip was firm. “Nice to meet you.”

      A thought flitted through Royce’s head and lodged like a cramp in his gut. Dylan had claimed this child was his in a manner of speaking. Despite his wedding ring, how involved was the sheriff with Mrs. Hutchins? Except for how it affected his plan to bring her to Milwaukee, it shouldn’t have mattered to him if she slept with every married man in Winter Falls and bore them children. But it did matter.

      Under the adults’ tense silence, Jeremy squirmed, flushing from more than his physical exertion. “I saw you talking to Uncle Dylan earlier…”

      “Uncle Dylan?” The cramp eased.

      The boy nodded. “Yeah, pretty cool having the sheriff for my uncle. He’s my coach, too. He couldn’t get out of uniform today because of the break-in. That’s gotta be why his deputy came here with the sirens on.” Excitement blazed in those blue eyes.

      Royce’s mouth quirked into a grin as he recalled his own youthful fascination with every aspect of the law. “A break-in?”

      “Yeah, at Doc’s office. He’s the only doctor in town. I hope they stole his shots.” The kid shuddered. They probably had.

      “So how do you know my uncle?”

      The kid would make a good interrogator. “We’re friends. I’ve worked with him before.”

      “You’re a cop?” The blue gaze flicked over Royce’s unshaven face. “Narcotics, like Uncle Dylan was in Detroit?”

      Royce fought a grin and shook his head. “Private investigator.”

      “I thought cops didn’t like ’em.”

      And the kid was well-informed. “That’s not—”

      “True all the time.” Dylan chuckled. “Just most of the time.” He slapped a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder.

      Royce glanced around and noticed the other kids and families had dispersed. He drew an easier breath. “Yeah, yeah, until the private investigator is called in to bail the police out of a jam.”

      Dylan chuckled again. “Also helps when the private investigator is ex-FBI.”

      “FBI?” The kid’s brows met his hairline, and his eyes rounded. His voice cracked with reverence. “You were an FBI agent?”

      Sarah sighed. “Oh, no…”

      Royce suppressed a chuckle at her reaction and nodded. He didn’t have any more to say about his time at the FBI, especially to a kid. Hell, there wasn’t much in his life, past or present, that he could tell a kid. “Ready for me to drive you home yet?”

      “You’re driving us home?” Jeremy’s glance slid over his mother’s face.

      She didn’t jump to offer a lie, so Royce did. “Yeah, she has some car problems. Dylan and the deputy will see to it. But I’ll be happy to give you and your mother a ride home.”

      Despite his fatigue and his godfather’s last hope hanging on a thread in Milwaukee, he wanted to give Sarah a ride. How long had it been since he’d held a woman? The fact he couldn’t remember didn’t reassure him. His hand on her elbow was the closest he’d been to one in a long while. Taking a step closer to her, he drew in a ragged breath and inhaled the scent of orange blossoms. His brows rose. He’d expected something heavy and expensive.

      “Where’s your car, Mr. Graham?” the boy asked.

      “The silver Avalanche.”

      The kid gasped, law enforcement obviously not his only interest. He loved trucks, too.

      Royce turned toward Dylan. “I’ll wait at her house until you come by. Then we’ll talk.”

      Dylan nodded.

      The deputy rushed forward when they neared the parking lot. “Mrs. Hutchins, are you all right?”

      She nodded, but Dylan answered for her, his deep tone a warning in itself. “It’s just car trouble, Jones. We’ll deal with it.”

      “But—but I can drive her home…”

      Under her breath, which caressed the side of his neck and stirred the hair he never found time to have cut, she murmured, “Everybody wants to drive me home.”

      He flashed a glance at the deputy. The young man was a minute from tongue-lolling in his blind adoration of the gorgeous widow.

      “Jeremy and Sarah are riding with me.” The kid had already rushed across the lot to the SUV, his fingers streaming along the silver fender as Royce’s itched to stream along Sarah’s thigh. Her silk trousers, molded against her by the slight breeze, silhouetted long, graceful legs. In his overtired, fevered mind, he could picture them wrapped around his hips as he buried himself inside her.

      He muffled a groan, surprised at his powerful reaction to her. She wasn’t his type at all, not that he could remember exactly what his type was.

      “Who are you?” The deputy’s tone rankled with suspicion and jealousy. Had Sarah given the young guy any reason to believe he had a claim on her?

      Dylan cleared his throat. “He’s a friend of mine, Jones, and I asked him to drive Mrs. Hutchins and Jeremy home.” He lowered his voice. “We have to check the car for prints. What did you learn from Doc’s office?”

      Mottled red rushed into the deputy’s face. “I—I—uh, Doc said only two things were missing from the break-in.”

      Royce shook his head. Some things didn’t matter, whether big city or small town. “Drugs?”

      A smug smile slid over the deputy’s face. “No.” His dark eyes flashed with victory and dismissal.

      Royce had been dismissed enough for one day. Although he probably should have escorted Sarah to the Avalanche, he lingered. “So what was stolen?”

      The deputy waited for the sheriff’s nod before he responded. “Two medical files.”

      The muscles tightened in Royce’s stomach as his instincts kicked. “Whose?”

      “Sarah’s and Jeremy’s.”

      “This just happened?”

      “Late last night is the doctor’s best guess.” Dylan answered this time.

      Not long after Royce had arrived. He’d found Sarah, but in doing so, whom had he СКАЧАТЬ