Protecting Her Secret Son. Regan Black

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СКАЧАТЬ standing by, and Daniel had put his best people on the job, including Shannon. Despite his father’s doubts, he was confident they could pull it off.

      “What’s up?”

      “I went by Officer Caldwell’s house,” Ed said, referring to the pro bono project. “Found a water leak under the bathtub.”

      “We suspected we’d have to re-pipe.”

      “Yeah, but this has been long and slow. Subfloor is rotted nearly through.”

      Shannon winced in sympathy.

      Daniel sighed. Nothing kept a man as humble as working construction. “Did you send the material order to the office?” Jennings kept a warehouse of the basic materials on hand for smaller jobs and situations like this one. Based on his recollection of last month’s inventory sheet, pulling from the stock wouldn’t pinch any of his Dad’s projects.

      “I’ve got it worked up and ready to send over. Just giving you a heads-up.”

      Daniel forced himself to smile, hoping it translated into easy confidence over the phone. “I appreciate that, man.”

      “You’re meeting us at the concert tonight?”

      “Wouldn’t miss it,” Daniel promised, raising his eyebrows at Shannon.

      She gave him a thumbs-up with plenty of sarcasm.

      “Great. My wife’s been talking about this one since you gave us the tickets.”

      “And the first round’s on me even if I’m not tending bar,” Daniel said, the smile on his face feeling natural now.

      “You’ve met Ed’s wife, right?” he asked after Ed hung up.

      “She’s great,” Shannon replied. “Lying to her won’t be easy.”

      “In your shoes, they would do the same thing,” he said. “When it’s over, I bet they’ll be the first to hold a celebratory barbecue.”

      “They do that nearly every nice weekend since we put in that backyard kitchen.”

      “Still.” Checking the clock on the radio display, he gave thanks for the weekend. As it was Saturday, he figured he had about fifteen minutes before his dad called about the unexpected order for materials rather than the stingy five minutes max if it were a weekday. Plenty of time to pack. “Here we are.”

      “You live here?”

      “Don’t you like it?”

      “It looks great.” She hopped out of the truck and perused the other houses on the block. “Not quite what I pictured for you.”

      He laughed it off, though he wondered what she did see when she looked at him. “Someday you’ll have to explain that.” Pulling out his key for the side door, he led her around. “Short-term thing,” he explained. He caught her eyeing the temporary stairs and the cracked siding doing little to protect the crawl space. “And it’s torn all to hell right now.”

      “I’ve seen worse,” she said.

      “You and me both.” He opened the door to the honest scent of sawdust and sweat. “I’m sure we’ll see worse again.”

      The first floor was torn down to the studs and looked more like it was ready for a wrecking ball than drywall. “Mind your head if you move from this spot,” he advised. “I won’t be long.” He hesitated, debating the wisdom of leaving her alone.

      She arched one honey-gold eyebrow. “Problem?”

      “Promise to be here when I get back?” He wouldn’t put it past her to call a cab or ride share and leave him behind. It didn’t matter that he knew she’d go straight to her house. The idea of her out in the city alone while someone was bent on causing her trouble slid like ice between his shoulder blades.

      She made an X over her heart. “Promise.”

      Trusting her, hoping he wouldn’t get played for a fool, he took the stairs two at a time to the bedroom he was using upstairs. Living out of a duffel made it easier to pack. He grabbed up his clothes, double-checked that he had a dress shirt and clean jeans for tonight and jogged back downstairs.

      Shannon was replaying the video. He could tell by the blend of longing and sorrow on her face. “Something new?” he asked.

      She jerked her head up and pocketed her phone, looking guilty. “No.”

      It broke his heart watching her suffer. More than anything he wanted to hold her and promise they’d rescue her son. He just couldn’t do it. If things went south, she’d never trust him and he’d never forgive himself.

      “I remember Ed telling me you go out with the guys occasionally after work.”

      “That’s not dating,” she insisted. “Aiden sleeps over at Rachel’s place once in a while.”

      “Close enough for me,” he said.

      “That hardly explains how we went from boss and employee to you moving in within a day.”

      “I don’t plan to explain anything to the bastard who took your son.” Daniel stopped short of venting his full opinion about her ex—though his involvement didn’t make any sense—or the team that snatched Aiden from the sitter’s house. “We need a plausible story for the guys tonight.”

      “Not if we skip it,” she said, her chin cocked stubbornly.

      She wasn’t inviting a kiss, though his brain went there automatically. With deliberate motions, he ushered her out of the house and back to the truck. This wasn’t going to be simple for him, watching over a woman he’d hoped to date. It never would have been easy, considering she worked for his company, but until this morning he’d felt like he had a pretty good shot.

      Not now.

      “No one needs to know we’re staying in the same place,” he said, when they reached her driveway.

      With a sniffle, she put her phone away, having watched the video again on the drive over.

      From his perspective, she was torturing herself watching that video nonstop. What did he know? He wasn’t a parent. No amount of compassion or sympathy gave him a full understanding of what she was going through. Smothering his attraction to her was an annoyance compared to her struggle. Nothing he did or said would ease the wounded look hollowing out her brown eyes.

      They didn’t talk much as he unloaded the truck and carried their bags inside. He put her suitcase and tote just inside her bedroom and stashed his bags in the closet downstairs. Maybe if he stayed out of her way, kept himself as out of sight as possible, she’d relax.

      “I’m going to take a nap,” she said. “Just do...whatever you want.”

      He started to reply and she held up a hand, cut him off. “I know we have to go to the concert. I’ll set an alarm and be ready on time.”

      Checking on her once, he found her curled up on the bed, Aiden’s СКАЧАТЬ