Her Guardian Shifter. Karen Whiddon

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      “Really know me all that well,” she finished for him. “I get it. Believe me, I was only trying to help. If you’d rather take him with you, I completely understand.”

      Her statement brought him a measure of relief. “I’ll think about it,” he said. “Out of curiosity, have you found work here yet or are you still looking?”

      She glanced down, which made his stomach twist, though he wasn’t sure why.

      “Oh.” She flushed. “Right now, I’m still unemployed. My aunt left me a small inheritance as well as this house. I’ve only been here a month and haven’t looked for anything yet.”

      Wishing he hadn’t asked, he tried to lighten the mood. “Well then, we’re two of a kind, since I don’t have a job yet, either.”

      Her smile came back, a quick flash of self-deprecating humor. “I guess we are.”

      Startled, he realized he actually liked Julia Jacobs. At least what he knew about her so far. And he would need someone to watch Garth, at least part-time. For now, he’d keep his eyes open and not make any rash decisions.

      “What kind of work do you do?” she asked.

      Briefly, he considered and decided he didn’t see any harm in telling her the truth. “I was a college professor, but I took a sabbatical when Garth was born. Now, I’m planning to open up a customized car shop. It used to be a hobby, but I’m thinking I can make a living doing it full-time.”

      “Customize cars? Like painting them?”

      “That’s part of it. Restoring older cars to their original condition, only better. Turning them into hot rods.” Oversimplified, but adequate.

      “Interesting.” The little shrug that accompanied her comment told him she either knew zero about cars or didn’t care to. “That’s kind of the polar opposite from higher education, isn’t it?”

      “Maybe.” He smiled. “I figure since I came to the complete other side of the country, I might as well make a major change to my life. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”

      “Then good for you.” She smiled back. “Not to be nosy, but what about Garth’s mother? Where is she in all of this?”

      He froze, aware his expression had completely shut down. But she couldn’t know and her question had actually been perfectly reasonable, if a bit intrusive. “She and I are divorced. Turns out she didn’t actually want a child. She signed over all parental rights to me.”

      If they’d been discussing any other subject, her disbelief and shock might have been comical. He could almost read her thoughts. Right now, she was dying to ask what kind of woman could abandon an innocent, tiny baby like Garth. From the grim set of her mouth and the way she’d narrowed her eyes, she must be wondering if Eric’s ex was a monster. He didn’t have the heart to tell her Yolanda actually was.

      When he didn’t comment further, she sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

      Now he felt like an ass. After all, she’d opened her home to him and fed him. She’d been nothing but kind and friendly. “It’s okay,” he finally said. “It’s just a sore subject.”

      “I can imagine.” The grimness in her tone told him she agreed. “Anyway, if you need anything, please let me know.”

      He could take a hint. She’d fed him, chatted with him and now was ready for him to go. He stood, collected his son and let himself out the door.

      Once back in his new, empty living quarters, Eric found he missed her. Or maybe he just missed having company. Someone to talk to. With the streets still impassable, he couldn’t leave, couldn’t drive around and check out the rest of the town the way he’d initially planned on his second day. Being stuck inside an unfamiliar house felt confining, to say the least. Plus he was impatient to begin scouting out a possible location to open his shop.

      All in good time, he reminded himself. He needed to exercise a little patience.

      He considered himself lucky that he had electricity and water. Since she’d never had them turned off, all he’d needed to do was change them into his name. And even though his television was on the moving truck, she’d left a smallish one in the living room, for which he was grateful.

      Garth finally woke. Eric passed some time bathing and changing his son, giving him another bottle, and then just talking to him. Though at three months, little Garth couldn’t do much other than wave his hands around and coo, being around him filled Eric with love.

      Time passed slowly. He’d grown hungry again, but stubbornly remained in his part of the house, not wanting his landlord to feel compelled to feed him again. He didn’t want to turn into a giant moocher, so decided to make do until he could get out and go to the store.

      To his relief, he heard the unmistakable sound of the plow shortly after three. Rushing to the front window, he watched the big machine lumber down the street, plumes of snow shooting up to the side. Too late, he realized his vehicle would be buried, but since there was nothing he could do to avert this, he simply continued to watch. It wasn’t like he hadn’t dug out a car before, back when he’d lived in Norway.

      Once the plow had passed, he shrugged into his parka and eyed Garth, now wide-awake and happily batting at the bright plastic toys Eric had strung across the front of his portable crib. He didn’t want to leave his son alone, but couldn’t just bring him outside while he cleared the snow from his car. Which meant he’d have to impose on his new landlord once again. Good thing she claimed to love babies.

      Fifteen minutes, he told himself, picking up the carrier and trudging upstairs to Julia’s place. He would ask her to keep an eye on the baby while he cleared his car. Then he’d retrieve Garth, bundle him up and put him in his car seat for a quick trip to the store.

       Chapter 4

      She answered the door on his second knock. To Eric’s amusement, her gaze slid past him, right to the baby watching her with wide-eyed interest. “Well, hello there,” she said, crouching down so she and Garth were at eye level. “I see you’re finally awake, little sleepyhead.”

      Garth made a gurgling sound, jingling his plastic keys as he gazed up at her.

      “You’re so precious,” Julia cooed. She glanced up at Eric. “Is everything all right?”

      He cleared his throat. “I was wondering if you’d mind keeping an eye on him for a few minutes. The plow covered my SUV and I need to dig it out so I can head into town. I’ll come back for him as soon as I’m done.”

      “No problem.” She took the infant carrier and brought it inside. “Like I told you earlier, if you want, I can watch him while you go to the store.”

      Tempting, but again, he barely knew her and she’d already done more than enough for him. Leaving her in charge of Garth while he was a few feet away, outside, was entirely different than driving away СКАЧАТЬ