The SEAL's Stolen Child. Laura Altom Marie

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      Chapter Three

      “Do you have any idea how bad this makes our whole team look?”

      Garrett winced, lowering his cell when his commanding officer, Mark Hewitt, grew so loud Garrett heard him just fine with the phone being nowhere near his ear.

      “AP picked up the story—SEAL Slams Reporter at Funeral. It’s everywhere.”

      “Sorry, but the guy had it coming.” Whether his actions had been proper or not, Garrett figured the guy was lucky he’d gotten off with only one punch. Poor Eve had been a trembling, crying mess that Garrett had taken her straight home to his house—not hers. Hal’s lawyer and Juanita were handling the reception. Dina had ordered Eve to the sofa, where she now slept.

      “Agreed, but you know better.”

      “Sorry,” Garrett repeated, hoping with enough contrition this would all go away. “What do you want me to do?”

      Sighing, his CO said, “You’re already on holiday leave for a few more days. Make it a few more weeks till this all dies down.”

      “You got it.” Nice. Especially considering Garrett needed time to search for his son.

      After five more minutes of hearing Mark lecture, Garrett finally was granted permission to end the call.

      He found his mom out back, weeding. “Aren’t you cold?”

      “Nah.” Kneeling in front of a baby banana palm, she rocked back on her heels. The wind had died down, though it was still chilly. When they’d moved to this house, he’d been midway through high school and had resented leaving the home where he’d grown up. Not only were there mature flower and vegetable gardens, but he and his dad had built a tree fort in their old yard that the kids living there today still enjoyed. Judging by how great this place now looked, his mom had put in a lot of gardening time. Back then, she’d told him the new yard would one day be beautiful, and as usual, she’d been right. “After all the rain we’ve had, feels good getting out of the house. How’s Eve?”

      “Sleeping. You think I was wrong for letting the reporter have it?”

      “Honey…” She took a few beats to answer. “You know I’m not big on violence, but in this case…”

      “My thoughts exactly.” He sat on the wood bench his father’s firehouse crew had presented them with. His dad used to spend hours out here. His family and his garden were the only things he’d put above his job. What would his pop have thought about all this? Telling his folks he’d gotten Eve pregnant had been one of the hardest things Garrett had ever had to do. They hadn’t been overjoyed, but made it clear they’d stand by him no matter what. Given the chance, would he be that good of a dad?

      “Say we find our son,” Garrett said to Dina. “What then? I’m assuming he was adopted. If he’s living in a good home, I can’t see ripping him away from all he’s ever known. But on the flip side, if we find he’s not in an idyllic situation, then what?”

      “Pace yourself, hon. Let’s tackle one problem at a time.”

      * * *

      EVE WOKE NOT sure where she was. Then she spotted Garrett lightly snoring in a recliner. A huge cat sprawled across his lap, purring so loud Eve heard him from across the room. Fat Albert was still alive? They’d found the Maine coon tail as a kitten under the football-stadium bleachers. She’d wanted to keep him, but her dad refused. Garrett’s parents had recently lost their dachshund and were happy to take in the stray.

      The whole Solomon house might’ve been small enough to fit in the ground floor of her home’s east wing, but the decor’s warmth made the space infinitely more inviting. The rooms were painted in soothing pale blues and yellows with most of the artwork either homemade needlework or paintings. Tables and shelves contained haphazard piles of books, and plants thrived on every windowsill.

      Though Eve had missed her father’s funeral reception, oddly enough, she wasn’t sorry. Even if there hadn’t been that scene with the reporter, she didn’t feel emotionally strong enough to handle countless one-on-ones with family friends. As much as she valued their condolences, her father’s deathbed revelations left her in an odd place. While she was mourning, she was also angered and saddened by her father’s deception. Toss in the possible illegal-immigrant scandal and it was too much.

      Rising silently, she folded the quilt she’d been covered with, then went in search of Garrett’s mom.

      “Sleeping beauty!” Dina called from across the backyard. Neat weed piles told how she’d spent her afternoon. “Come look at these elephant ears. Last time you were here, I’d just planted them from bulbs.”

      Eve fought fresh tears. Her pregnancy and subsequent disappearance couldn’t have hurt only Garrett. Understandably, Dina would also have been justified in being upset. How kind she was to not show it.

      “They’re lovely.” Eve fingered the enormous leaves, breathing deeply of fresh-turned soil.

      “Garrett still out?”

      “Yes.” The memory of him with his cat made Eve smile. “I can’t believe you all still have Fat Albert—and he’s bigger than ever.”

      “Us Solomons—” Dina tugged extra hard at a dandelion “—keep what’s ours.”

      “If that was a dig about—”

      “Stop right there. I may dig in my garden, but conversationally, I keep things on the up-and-up. If I have something to tell you, you’ll know. All I meant was that whether it be a stray or the grandchild I’ve long dreamed of having—once you and Garrett bring him home—I’m going to hold on to my grandson for all I’m worth.”

      “Assuming we find him…” Garrett crossed the lawn. “You need to follow your own advice, Mom, and take this one step at a time.”

      Eve asked, “When do we stop talking about finding him and actually start our search?”

      * * *

      “SURE YOU’RE UP FOR THIS?” Garrett asked the next morning in Eve’s entry hall as she gathered her purse and a light jacket. As usual, she looked dressed for a corporate board meeting in a cream-colored suit with her hair once again up. He was glad. It made her less approachable and therefore less appealing—at least that was the line he fed himself. She was still a beauty.

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