The Deputy's New Family. Jenna Mindel

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СКАЧАТЬ as he quietly colored his paper. So far the boy kept to himself with little interaction with his tablemates. Even bubbly little Grace Cavanaugh couldn’t pull Corey into conversation. Was he shy? Or something else?

      Beth continued to stare. Corey wanted a crayon, but he waited for Thomas to put it down before reaching for it. “What about testing?”

      “Let’s see how he does over the next couple of weeks, and then we’ll meet and discuss a plan of action with the school counselor.”

      Beth nodded. Tammy was an excellent principal with an elementary teaching background. LeNaro Elementary School prided itself on meeting its students’ educational needs first and foremost. They didn’t push kids through the lower grades if they weren’t ready to move on. If extra attention didn’t work, they often recommended a student be held back. Not a popular approach, but the bridge between first and second was a big one. Preparation for third grade with its state standards testing was bigger still.

      Beth had a bad feeling about Corey Grey. Loss of his mother plus a tight-lipped father and a new school usually added up to trouble for a seven-year-old. She’d have to keep a close eye on the boy. It wouldn’t be hard to do. The kid had already stolen her heart.

      Still, Beth needed to review the previous school’s assessments before making any assumptions, but her gut feelings usually turned out correct. In Corey’s case, that wasn’t a good thing. Her guess was Nick Grey wasn’t the kind of man who’d take bad news about his son very well.

      She rubbed her arms as if a cold breeze had blown into the room. Nick Grey might be a difficult parent to deal with, but she’d find a way to figure it out. She always did.

      * * *

      At the end of the school day, Nick climbed into the driver’s seat as Corey buckled up in his booster seat in the back. “How was your first day?”

      The kid shrugged.

      Nick gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and tried a more specific question. “What about your teacher? Is she nice?”

      “Yeah, she’s nice.” Corey stared straight ahead.

      “Good.” Nick was beginning to think maybe he’d been wrong in taking Corey from his grandparents.

      He’d been wrong about so many things, but Nick believed a boy belonged with his father. Was it selfish to uproot Corey yet again, so soon after losing Susan? Or was all this the price of leaving his kid behind while he finished up a tough case?

      Lord, help me out here, please.

      Waiting in the line of cars belonging to parents picking up kids, Nick drummed his fingers along the base of the steering wheel. This sort of thing was all new to him, but he’d get used to it. After this morning’s appointment with the county sheriff to complete paperwork before he officially started as a deputy, Nick had finished unpacking their belongings. He had purchased a small house complete with a picket fence situated on two pretty acres a couple miles north of town. It was a start. A new start. One he prayed he’d get right.

      “Hey, there’s Miss Ryken!” Corey had suddenly come to life and waved out the open window. “Beep the horn.”

      “I’m not beeping the horn.”

      No way did Nick want to invite her attention. She was everything he liked in a woman on the outside, but she looked a little bit like his dead wife. Only taller and fuller, which, he had to admit, he liked even better. Susan had been obsessed with losing weight when she didn’t need to. She constantly fussed over food, measuring and counting calories.

      “Come on, Dad.”

      “The line is moving.” Too late—Beth Ryken noticed them and walked toward their idling car. Nick swallowed hard.

      “Hi, Corey. Mr. Grey. How was your first day?” She leaned down near the open window on Corey’s side and her blond hair fell forward in long waves.

      Nick watched the two cars ahead of him creep and then stop. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. “He’s pretty stiff-lipped about today.”

      Beth gave him an amused smile. “Like father, like son.”

      Corey glanced at him and Nick thought he might have seen a glimmer of pride in his son’s eyes, but it came and went so fast, Nick couldn’t be sure.

      “It was fun,” Corey finally said.

      Beth’s perfectly shaped eyebrows rose. “Fun is good. That means you’ll come back tomorrow.”

      Corey nodded.

      “Miss Ryken.” Nick tried not to stare at her. “Do you know of any after-school programs or good caretakers in the area?”

      Her brow furrowed as the cars in front of him started to move. “Why don’t you pull around so we don’t clog up the line?”

      Nick nodded and nearly kicked himself for asking her instead of the principal, but he needed the information. Should have gotten the leads before he’d moved here, but he believed face-to-face was always better than over-the-phone conversations. He was a pretty good judge of character.

      Most times.

      He’d never been wise when it came to women, though. He fell too hard too fast.

      He pulled out of line and parked and then got out. “Corey, stay in the car.”

      His son stayed put.

      Beth jogged toward him. Tall and strong. Confident.

      Nick clenched his jaw. She was a sight to be savored.

      “Are you looking for a structured program for Corey?”

      “I start work soon, and I don’t want Corey home alone after school. Any recommendations?”

      “I can send a list of care providers with Corey tomorrow. We have an art-and-crafts-focused program after school, but it’s only on Thursdays. I’m one of the teachers who staff it.”

      Nick looked at his car. Corey hung on their every word as he looked out the window. “That sounds good. Sign him up.”

      “I’ll send a release form for that, as well.” Her attention was caught by something across the street and then she waved.

      Nick turned to see who it was and spotted an older woman dressed for yard work. Raking that lawn was bound to be a challenge considering all the flowers and statues that littered the grass.

      “My mother,” she explained.

      “So your folks live right there?”

      Beth’s deep blue eyes clouded over. “Just my mom and me. My dad died when I was fourteen.”

      “Sorry to hear that.” Nick tucked the knowledge away. He’d patrol this area soon and he’d pay special attention to that house with two women alone.

      “Thank you. I understand that you’re widowed.”

      “Yeah.” Nick narrowed his gaze. He knew СКАЧАТЬ