Her Lost And Found Baby. Tara Quinn Taylor

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СКАЧАТЬ our goals,” he said. She clinked her glass against his, but didn’t repeat the toast. She sipped instead. Then she curled up on the sofa, her feet tucked into that cute butt.

      He sat on the other end of the couch, glass in hand.

      “It’s him, Johnny.”

      She sounded...different then she had before. The whole desperation thing?

      Again, what did he do with that!? His job was to encourage her, to keep her spirits up so they didn’t pull her permanently under. To let her know she wasn’t alone.

      And to be Chrissy’s dad sometimes.

      Hers was to help him make a success of Angel’s food truck.

      He had another three months of sabbatical. There was no reason for her to panic, yet. To think her time was running out.

      “A lot can happen in three months,” he said.

      Her nod was a relief. Until she said, “We need a plan, though. Time’s not the issue. Neither is the truck, since we’re doing better than either of us imagined and sold more here in one day than we have anywhere else. We can come down every week on my days off. It’ll save having to get permits in other counties, finding new spots... You’ll be able to build a real following.”

      The food truck was his last concern at the moment. But he liked the practical way her mind was working, so he nodded. “Fine with me.”

      Her smile warmed him as he took his next sip, and he told himself it was really the wine that had affected him. But he wasn’t exactly buying the explanation. Two days in a row now, he’d been getting the hots for Tabitha.

      Stranger things had happened than a perfectly healthy guy being attracted to an absolutely gorgeous woman. Except that he’d been traveling with her, living next door to her, sharing dinners and suites with her, for months without thinking about taking her to bed.

      “We need a plan,” she said again, her expression needy, confident and expectant all at the same time.

      A plan for sleeping together and remaining friends until their exit date? He’d set aside a year of his life to honor Angel. He couldn’t sleep with another woman.

      Trashing his first “plan” thought, he took a moment to come up with another.

      Tabitha had been different ever since she’d seen that online picture of the boy at The Bouncing Ball the previous week. She’d run over to his house, coming in without knocking—which they did when they were expecting each other. But this time there’d been no warning. He could’ve been standing in the kitchen naked instead of in his pajama bottoms...

      He might have said something, too, if he hadn’t noticed the tears in her eyes, the trembling of her hands as she held out the picture she’d just printed.

      Yeah, she’d been different ever since.

      And so had he.

      This whole thing of his...it was her fault. Her barging in on him in his pajamas.

      “What kind of plan?” he finally asked when nothing useful was forthcoming.

      “Detective Bentley won’t be able to compel a DNA test based on what we’ve got. We need to find a way to get more. Alistair can follow up on the name Jason, but without a last name...”

      Alistair Montgomery was the PI Johnny had hired. The guy was willing to do whatever Johnny asked as long as he got paid for it. But following up on a common first name? In San Diego?

      Not liking where this was going, he felt everything slow down as he watched her. “What exactly have we got?”

      “Jason—Jackson. Single dad. A year. Liver disease. A picture that matches the age-progression photo.”

      She listed everything as though going over facts that were a given, as though hoping they’d see what might be missing. He wondered how long it would be before she figured out he was missing from this collection of hers. Or rather, his buy-in... The picture might closely resemble the age-progression, but he wouldn’t call it a match.

      “Liver disease?”

      “Mark’s mother died of it,” she said, and he remembered her having told him that. After he’d first met her and she’d been telling him her story. That last visit, Mark’s mother had just died, but she hadn’t known that when she dropped Jackson off at the home Mark shared with his mother. They passed off in the driveway...

      He nodded. “That’s right...” He drew the word out, as if he was getting it now, while frantically trying to figure out how to support her, be a friend, encourage her, without lying.

      “So, any ideas?”

      He wanted to empty his glass in one long gulp. He held on to it, instead, saying nothing.

      “Come on, Johnny, you’re always the one with the plans. What can we do, legally? What rights do I have?”

      She was serious. Stone-cold, go-to-your-grave serious.

      Brain in full gear, he ran the facts through his mind. A little boy, Jason. A missing one, the same age, with a similar name, Jackson. One appearing in San Diego about the time the other disappeared from Mission Viejo. Single dads. A mother and a wife dying from the same disease at the same time.

      It was enough to give false hope to a desperate woman—he could see that. But it was circumstantial at best. And not even enough of that to compel law enforcement to do anything.

      “I admit that there are similarities.” He started slowly. He couldn’t dash her hopes. Not because of any role he was playing in her life, but because...he just couldn’t. This was Tabitha. And he couldn’t do that to her. Even with cause.

      “It’s him, Johnny, I’m sure of it.”

      He wanted to believe her in the worst way.

      Tried. But couldn’t.

      Still, what did he know about mother’s instinct and such? Or any pull from the gut that was nonsexual in nature?

      He loved his folks. Had loved Angel, too, although his feelings for her had been more of a warm fondness than any great passion. They’d grown up in the same circle. They’d probably gravitated to each other because they were the only ones in their group of rich kids at their private school who hadn’t had siblings. Or divorced parents. Or both. Their parents had always thrown them together, wanting them to marry. She’d made no secret of the fact that she was deeply in love with him. And he’d truly loved her, although he just didn’t seem to be the type of guy who got passionate about anything.

      Hence, his quest to see Angel’s passion through.

      In any case, he’d loved her. Still loved her. But his feelings were just...there.

      There wasn’t the kind of bone-deep need in them that Tabitha clearly felt for her son. He’d never felt that way about anyone, in any situation. He’d probably understand it better when he had a child of his own, but until then...

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