Protecting His Secret Son. Laura Scott

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СКАЧАТЬ your husband know you’re here?” The blunt question popped out of his mouth before he could stop it.

      “I’m not married, and my personal life is none of your business.” She crossed her arms over her chest in a familiar, defensive move. “Where are we going?”

      Shocked to hear she wasn’t married, he didn’t answer right away. His thoughts whirled and he wanted to know more about what Shayla had been doing over the past four years.

      Mike forced himself to stay on task, keeping his eyes on the highway as he inwardly debated where to take Shayla and her son. No way would she agree to go to his place, and that seemed too personal anyway, so a motel was their best bet.

      “I’m going to put you and Brodie up in a motel for the night.” He took the exit ramp that would take him to the American Lodge Motel. The place was owned by a former firefighter and friend of his brother Mitch’s. Their entire law enforcement family had used the motel as a safe haven while on the run from bad guys so often that they’d joked about renaming it the Callahan Lodge.

      Now it was his turn to use it as a place to hide Shayla and her son. And he finally understood a little of what his brothers and his sister had gone through when they’d been in danger.

      “Okay,” she agreed. “Thank you.”

      The fact that she didn’t argue was concerning. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was keeping information from him.

      “Shay, I need you to be honest with me. Is there anyone who wants to hurt you or the boy? Are you running from his father?”

      “What?” Her eyes widened in horror. “No! Of course not.”

      “Then what’s going on?”

      “I don’t know!” The denial was spit out through clenched teeth.

      “Is this related to Duncan?” he pressed. “It’s hard to understand why he wouldn’t have met with you, considering your dad’s upcoming surgery.”

      “He’s a cop. I’m sure he had a good reason.”

      Her continued support of her brother grated on his nerves. He knew Duncan was up to his eyeballs in the Dark Knights’ illegal activities. And that involvement must have put Shayla in harm’s way.

      As much as he wanted to find out the truth about his father’s murder, keeping Shayla and her son safe had to be his top priority.

      * * *

      Shayla twisted her hands in her lap, hoping Mike wouldn’t notice how badly she was trembling.

      Of all the men to come to her and Brodie’s rescue, why did it have to be Michael Callahan?

      Seeing him so unexpectedly after four years had sent her into an emotional tailspin. In some ways he looked the same—his dark hair worn long and shaggy, muscular build and brilliant green eyes. Dressed in black from head to toe had made him appear sinister at first, until he’d rushed to her rescue, his fear and worry for her and Brodie clear in his facial expression and tone.

      She hadn’t expected to see him again, although after visiting her father, noting his pale face and weakness while lying in his hospital bed, she’d decided to get in touch with Mike while she was in town. In fact, she was surprised he hadn’t asked her a whole bucketful of personal questions.

      Especially about Brodie.

      Memories of the past, echoes of what might have been, overwhelmed her with sorrow and regret.

      The man she’d fallen in love with and had agreed to marry, had changed after his father’s murder. Mike had instantly become obsessed with uncovering the truth and had irrationally chosen to believe her father and brother were involved.

      Ridiculous allegations had caused a terrible argument to erupt between them. Their breakup had been razor-sharp and deeply painful.

      When she’d tried to call Mike several months later, he’d refused to talk to her unless she admitted her father and brother were guilty. When she’d refused, Mike had rudely told her they had nothing more to discuss.

      So she’d let it go.

      Yet, as time had worn on, she’d known she couldn’t hide the truth forever. Her family knew and it was time for Mike to know, as well.

      Tonight, she inwardly promised. She’d tell him tonight.

      Mike drove up to a white two-story building called the American Lodge Motel. “Stay here,” he said curtly. “I’ll be right back.”

      Tempted to snap back, she bit her lip, knowing she should be grateful for Mike’s timely rescue and ongoing support. After hearing the sharp report of gunfire and fearing for her life and Brodie’s, the last thing she wanted to do was to spend the night at Duncan’s.

      The shooter had come to Duncan’s house. Why? A shot meant for him? Not logical, since her fair hair was the opposite of his dark brown.

      And where was Duncan? What was going on?

      Her brother was a cop and she knew that often meant being called in to work after hours. But why wasn’t he taking her calls? Why were they going straight to voice mail?

      Questions only Duncan could answer.

      She also couldn’t figure out why Mike had been on the scene of the shooting so quickly. Was it possible he’d actually bought the house next to her brother’s? No, that seemed highly unlikely. Four years ago, Mike had made his feelings for her brother crystal clear and she had no reason to doubt that anything had changed over time.

      But she had seen Mike going down the driveway into the street in an attempt to hit the car speeding away.

      She shot a guilty glance back at Brodie, whose brown eyes were drooping sleepily despite the early-evening hour of seven thirty. No doubt, the poor kid was tuckered out between visiting his grandfather in the hospital and the most recent scare.

      The driver’s door opened, startling her. She put a hand over her galloping heart for a moment, then went back to twisting her fingers in her lap. “Find a room?”

      “Two connecting rooms,” he corrected. He started the car, made a sweep of the small parking lot and pulled up in front of room number nine. “We have nine and ten.”

      “We?” She hated the betraying squeak of alarm in her voice. “Why would you stay here, too?”

      “Because you and the kid are both in danger, or has that fact not sunk in yet?”

      She bit back a terse retort, unwilling to argue with him in front of Brodie. Yes, she knew she was in danger, but she didn’t understand why.

      She battled the surge of panic. She and Brodie were safe now, and she could handle Mike. He was just a man she’d once loved, but that was before he’d accused her father and brother of being dirty cops.

      Pushing open her door, she slid out and then opened the back door to reach Brodie.

      “Mommy?” His chubby fists rubbed his eyes. “Where are we?”

      “We’re СКАЧАТЬ