To Honour And To Protect. Debra & Regan Webb & Black

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      Instead of maternal pride, Addison couldn’t help wondering why she’d ever been inclined to teach him the difference. “And how many threes are in thirty?”

      “Ten.” He turned his face to the window. “I still have to pee.”

      “All right. I’ll find a place to stop.”

      “This car stinks,” he said a minute later.

      “The car is clean. It’s just new-car smell.” With a persistent undertone of mildew, but she kept that thought to herself.

      “But it’s an old car.”

      “True.” Patience will pay off. “The car dealers spray a strong deodorizer to make it feel new.” They had periodically rolled down the windows, but the heavy-duty deodorizer scent lingered, punctuating the mildew rather than overpowering it. This vehicle might be a major step down in value from her BMW, but the dealer in Arizona had been willing to meet her trade and cash terms without any questions, and that had been priceless.

      “Why?”

      “So they can sell it faster.”

      “Will our car stink like this when we go back home?”

      “I don’t know.” It was the only safe answer because she hadn’t yet found the courage to tell her son they weren’t going back. She hadn’t lied to him and she wouldn’t start now, but she wasn’t ready to discuss it. The words he needed to hear to understand the gravity of their new situation just weren’t coming to her, and she wasn’t ready to cope with the fallout when he realized he wouldn’t see his friends again.

      Her own grief was too fresh, her fear of the unknown too big. When she had a handle on her feelings, she would be better able to help him with his. Coward, an annoying little voice in her head muttered.

      “It’s yucky in here,” he said, making a gagging noise. He had a point, though she wasn’t about to admit it. “I feel sick.”

      Addison’s patience was fraying, but it wasn’t Andy’s fault they were in this mess. No, this was all her doing. She’d been the one to screw up their picture-perfect life by getting conned by a not-nearly perfect man. He’d looked like Mr. Right, and until a few days ago, she’d been sure he was the right man for both her and Andy. The only silver lining—and she was clinging to it—was that she’d learned the truth before the wedding.

      “Roll down the window,” she said. “Some fresh air should help.”

      His face brightened momentarily, then clouded over again. “Where’s the button?”

      She rolled her eyes. “Use that little handle thingy.”

      “Huh?”

      She stretched but couldn’t reach it from the driver’s seat. The Land Rover was built so much wider than her sedan, and the only power was under the hood. How ridiculous that an old-school vehicle could stump them both. “The window isn’t electric like you’re used to. Just wind it down, remember?”

      She had a few minutes of peace while the manual crank amused her seven-year-old son. In a few months, he’d be eight. Although less than a week ago she’d been kicking around ideas for his birthday party, now all bets were off. She didn’t know where they’d be living by his birthday, only that she intended to be sure they were both alive to celebrate it—even if it was just the two of them.

      She immediately pushed that train of thought off the tracks. Right now all Andy needed to know was that they were on a summer adventure. Providing for him, taking care of his education—those questions would be answered later.

      “Are we there yet?”

      Not even close. “Almost.”

      “Mom, I can’t hold it much longer.”

      “Hang on.” With her eyes on the road, she caught the squirming in the backseat. “There’s a place at this next exit.”

      “How long?”

      “Two minutes,” she replied, her voice leaving no room for argument. “You can time me.”

      His small, straight nose wrinkled as he fiddled with the big Captain America watch on his wrist. He flipped up the red, white and blue shield cover and busied himself with the stopwatch feature. Her little man had begged for the watch for Christmas and had worn it from the moment he’d ripped open the package. Only his fear of ruining it made him take it off for bath time.

      She happily nurtured his love of comic book heroes, and reading through various adventures with him was part of their bedtime routine. Even in the horrible, desperate rush to get away, she’d grabbed his entire collection. More than once she’d wondered if some part of his attraction to comics was genetic. Andy’s father had been a soldier, a good man and a lifelong fan of the Marvel universe. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to have him here with her now.

      “One minute,” Andy announced.

      “My personal town crier,” she mumbled, taking the exit.

      “What’s a town crier?”

      Nothing wrong with her boy’s hearing. “Lots and lots of years ago, people didn’t have smartphones or clocks or watches, so someone would walk the town streets and call out the time. ‘Three o’clock and all’s well!’ Like that.”

      “Huh.”

      “We’re here.” She pulled into the parking space closest to the front door of the gas station, knowing that thoughtful “huh” sound meant more questions were dancing at the front of his brain. “You can unbuckle now.”

      “You made it with ten seconds to spare.”

      “Guess I should’ve been a race car driver.”

      “Did town criers drive this old kind of car?” he asked when she came around to open his door.

      “No. Town criers were way before cars.”

      “Then how did they get around town?”

      She held out her hand, her heart giving a happy bump when he placed his in hers without argument. “People walked or used horses and carts.”

      “That’s weird. Horses poop a lot.”

      She laughed. “Everything has a by-product.” Inside, she glanced around for the restroom sign, leading her son back by way of the motor oil aisle rather than the candy aisle. “I know at school you’ve seen pictures of cities before cars.”

      “And the museum field trips.” He shrugged, his gaze roving across the labels at his eye level, his feet slowing as he tried to read the words and logos on each one. Grateful for the distraction, she wasn’t surprised it didn’t last. When she pushed open the ladies’ room door, he stopped short in the narrow hallway.

      “I’m a boy,” he whispered as if she might’ve forgotten.

      “Road rules, remember? We stick together.”

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