Because of the Baby.... Cat Schield

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СКАЧАТЬ he intended to protect Jake’s rights. The Taylors needed to understand that Grace was also a Holt—Keaton was convinced of that, with or without the DNA test—and that they had an equal say in her care.

      “We share a common goal, then.” She stared hard at the road before them. “I’m sorry if I’ve been suspicious of your motives, but I have to tell you that all my life I’ve had to listen to how untrustworthy your family is.”

      “It’s not true.”

      “I’m sure where the rest of the world is concerned it’s not, but when it comes to my family, there’s been so much strife over the years I can’t shake my uneasiness. And then there’s the fact that I haven’t spoken with Skye since she left Royal. I don’t know what happened between her and Jake. I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing letting you be involved with Grace.”

      He wasn’t sure what had happened between Skye and Lark, but he had a feeling the Taylor-Holt feud had caused the sisters’ relationship to suffer the same the way his and Jake’s had. Whatever had happened, there was no question that Lark bore her sister no lasting ill will. Her dedication to Skye and Grace was unflinching.

      “I assure you—” His phone began to ring before he could finish the thought. Not recognizing the number, he keyed the truck’s hands-free option and answered the call. “Keaton Holt.”

      “Mr. Holt, this is Sabrina from Dr. Boyle’s office.” The doctor who had administered the DNA test.

      Keaton glanced Lark’s way and spied her somber green eyes on him. “What are the results?”

      “The kinship index was well over 1.0. You and Grace show a strong chance of being related. That’s a very good indication that your brother is her father.”

      Because they hadn’t been able to collect Jake’s DNA, they’d had to test Skye and Keaton for an uncle comparison. It wasn’t as definitive as a paternity test, but the results were strong and should satisfy all but the most skeptical.

      “Thank you, Sabrina. Please send the results to me by email.”

      “Of course, Mr. Holt. And congratulations.”

      Keaton ended the call and waited for Lark’s reaction. They were nearing the furniture store where she intended to get Grace’s crib. In a minute there would be no time for private discussion.

      “That’s it, then,” she said, her voice low and without inflection.

      “You don’t sound surprised.”

      “Grace looks like Jake.”

      Her admission annoyed him. “But you fought me on the DNA test.”

      “I didn’t want to believe my sister and her baby had been abandoned by your brother.” Her eyes hardened. “How could he be so unreachable? They need him.”

      “They have us,” Keaton reminded her. “I’m going to do everything in my power to take care of my niece. And your sister.”

      “I spoke with my mother today. She and my dad are busy because of the damaged tree farm and other things.” She ducked her head, her posture defeated. “I think I’m going to need help taking care of Grace.”

      He was saddened, but not surprised, that the Taylors had chosen not to pitch in to care for their granddaughter. Skye had been disowned by her parents when she left with Jake. The Taylors were obstinate and inflexible. It was their intolerance that had forced their daughter to run away from Royal and further aggravate an already bitter war between their families.

      He wanted to touch Lark’s hand, to reassure her that he was on her side. “You and I are going to make a great team.”

      “That remains to be seen,” she remarked, some of her prickliness returning. “I’m dreading the scene when my parents find out you and I are working together to care for Grace.”

      If that bothered her, she was really going to hate where his thoughts had taken him over the last twenty-four hours. “You’re doing the right thing for Grace, and that’s what counts.”

      “I hate having to choose between being a good daughter and a good sister and aunt.” Lark worried her fingers along her jacket’s zipper. “I suppose you think it’s stupid that a twenty-seven-year-old woman is afraid of upsetting her parents.”

      From what he’d experienced of Tyrone Taylor’s temper, Keaton understood Lark’s desire to avoid her father’s wrath.

      He guided the truck into the furniture store parking lot and took a spot not far from the front door. Keaton shut off the engine and sat in silence for a long moment. He was overwhelmed by a strong desire to protect her from anyone who made her unhappy, but she wouldn’t appreciate his opinion about her parents even if all he was doing was defending her.

      At last he spoke. “We can’t let this rift between our families keep us from doing what is best for Grace.”

      “You’re absolutely right.” She nodded fiercely. “Let’s go buy some baby furniture.”

      If Keaton had expected to spend the next two hours bored to tears while Lark shopped, he was pleasantly surprised when she went straight to a crib in the middle row and gave it a quick nod.

      “I want this one,” she told the sales clerk who approached less than a minute later. “As well as that changing table.”

      “I’ll get it all written up. When do you want it delivered?”

      “The sooner the better.”

      “Let me check the schedule. We have tomorrow afternoon available.”

      Lark frowned. “I have to work.”

      “That will be fine,” Keaton said.

      “But I won’t be home.”

      “I’ll meet them.” He could see immediately that she was uncomfortable with the idea. “You might as well get used to having me in your house. I’m going to be taking care of Grace there, after all.”

      “You’re right.” Lark shook her head. “I haven’t had to share my space with anyone since buying my house two years ago.”

      “You’re never lonely being on your own?”

      “Sometimes.” She offered him a tiny smile. “Mostly I love it. I walk in my front door and don’t have to worry about anyone but me.”

      “Bringing Grace home is going to change that.”

      “I don’t mean it the way it sounds. It’s just that with Skye coming home, my parents are stressed out and things around the hospital have been really challenging since the tornado. I moved from the surgery team to ICU so I could be closer to Skye and am having a hard time with the nurses I’m working with. Everything I say gets twisted around. I feel as if I’m constantly walking on eggshells. It’s exhausting.”

      “Sounds like you need a break.”

      “I’m taking a week off when Grace comes home.” She gave a happy sigh. “I’ll СКАЧАТЬ