Dangerous Relations. Carol J. Post

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      A short distance away, the elevator dinged and two men stepped off. One was a couple of decades older than her and was carrying a black case—he was likely from the medical examiner’s office. The occupant of the white van was apparently inside already. The man nodded at her and Addy, then disappeared into the apartment.

      When the other one approached, Chloe twisted and reached for him. “Wyan.”

       Wyan?

      Addy altered her grip to better hold the now squirming child. “Ryan.” Her tone was tight. Maybe there was some history between them.

      As soon as he took Chloe from her, the child’s arms went around his neck and she pressed her face against his throat. “Wyan.” The cries faded to shuddering breaths.

      Ryan. Shelby frowned. Chloe’s father’s name was Randall. So who was Ryan? And why was the little girl clinging to him when she wouldn’t let Shelby touch her?

      Shelby studied the man holding her niece. He was younger than the one who’d just stepped into the apartment, probably in his mid-to-late thirties. He obviously didn’t spend all his time behind a desk. His black T-shirt stretched taut across a well-defined chest, and as he held Chloe in his arms, his pose showed off impressive biceps. Clean-shaven with a buzz cut, he had the air of a military guy. Or maybe a cop.

      He leveled serious brown eyes on Addy. “What’s going on?”

      “Mia’s dead.”

      His jaw dropped. “What? How?”

      “Murdered. Throat slashed.”

      The blood drained from his face and he sagged against the wall. His arms tightened around the child he held. “Has a decision been made about Chloe?”

      “Not yet. The cops just took my statement. They told me not to go anywhere.”

      He swallowed hard, his throat working with the action. “If they’ll allow it, she can come home with me until I can get legal custody.”

      “Whoa, wait a minute.” Shelby held up both hands, trying to stop the runaway train she was trapped on. She’d just lost her sister. She wasn’t about to let a stranger walk away with her niece. “Who are you?”

      His gaze swept her face. “I’m her uncle.”

      The pieces were falling into place, but she didn’t like where they were landing. “Randall’s brother.”

      A tightness flitted across his features, but was gone so quickly, she might have imagined it. He nodded then returned his attention to Addy. “It’ll be a while before they let us inside. I’ll go buy whatever Chloe might need for the next day or two.”

      Shelby dropped her hands, curling them into fists. Randall wasn’t just Chloe’s good-for-nothing daddy. He also managed his father’s club, where Mia had worked. She’d said something shady was going on there, something that had made her fear for her life. Whatever Ryan’s involvement in his family’s businesses, Shelby wasn’t about to send Chloe home with him.

      “I know what Mia would want.” Though soft, Addy’s words jarred her. “I was there when Chloe was born. I’m her godmother. Mia intended for me to raise her if anything happened.”

      Shelby frowned. “A godmother isn’t a legal guardian.”

      The handsome stranger lifted a brow. “And you are?”

      “Shelby Adair. I’m Chloe’s aunt, Mia’s sister.”

      “Ah.” His tone seemed to hold a lot of meaning. What was he getting at?

      He nodded. “I can see the resemblance.”

      She narrowed her eyes. He was trying to soften her so she’d let him take Chloe. But she was no pushover. And she wasn’t swayed by empty flattery.

      Mia was beautiful. Shelby had heard it all her life—Lauren was the smart one and Mia was the pretty one. Apparently, Shelby was neither.

      That was okay. What she lacked in beauty and brains, she’d always made up for in ambition. And determination.

      She planted her hands on her hips. “Chloe’s going home with me.”

      If Ryan McConnell thought otherwise, he was in for a fight.

      * * *

      Ryan tamped down the annoyance building inside him. As soon as the Navy had assigned him to Naval Base Kitsap, across the bay from his hometown of Seattle, he’d started prodding his brother to do the right thing. Mia had been six months pregnant then.

      By the time Chloe was born, he’d given up. His younger brother never dealt with the consequences of his actions, so Ryan had resolved to be a fixture in his niece’s life from day one.

      That was more than he could say for the woman in front of him.

      “You’re Chloe’s aunt. Where do you live?”

      “North Bend.”

      “That close. As often as I’m here, our paths should have crossed.”

      The determination on her face seemed to waver. He knew exactly who Shelby was. Mia had told him about her siblings, both of whom had pretty much severed ties with their younger sister. Now that Mia was gone, one of those sisters was on her doorstep, ready to take away his niece. Not in this lifetime.

      He pressed a kiss to the top of Chloe’s head. “Let’s be frank. When was the last time you saw your niece?”

      She lifted her chin. “Two weeks ago.”

      “Your aunt’s funeral.” Mia had told him about that, too. “Before that?”

      She looked away briefly, then jerked her gaze back to his. Keeping her eyes fixed on him seemed to require some effort. “That’s irrelevant.”

      “I’d say it’s quite relevant. Chloe just lost her mother.” She might have even witnessed the murder.

      He glanced at Addy, but she was staring past him, down the hall. The muscles in the side of her face tensed. She probably felt the same way about Chloe’s absentee aunt as he did. She brushed past him and mumbled, “Excuse me,” then stalked down the hall. At the end, she pulled open the door to the stairs and let it swing closed behind her.

      Since he had Chloe, she was probably taking advantage of her first opportunity to be alone. She had to be reeling. He certainly was.

      When he drew his gaze back to Shelby, she stood with her arms crossed. The determination was back full force. “Chloe needs care and love. Those are things I can provide.”

      “She needs to be surrounded by people she knows, not taken away by a virtual stranger.”

      She pursed her lips. At first glance, she was a toned-down, natural version of Mia. They had the same slope to their jaws and the same high cheekbones. СКАЧАТЬ