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I want to grab one of the pigtails that are peeking out of her stocking cap and pull her into my body. Show this man that she’s mine and will always be. I notice how long her hair is. It must reach her waist at her back. It falls over her full breasts that seem bigger than they were before. Even her hips that I can barely make out under her thick parka look fuller.
“This isn’t your property,” I growl as I step toward her again.
This time she steps back and spins as a loud cry comes from the car. She rushes to it, but I stop her by picking her up by those hips and spinning her behind me. I pull my gun and she cries out.
“No. Don’t! It’s my son,” she begs as she moves past me.
I’m standing there in shock as she goes to the car and turns off the engine. Her round ass is in the air, and I was right, her hips are wider.
My head keeps spinning though.
She had a baby.
If it were mine, she’d have contacted me. I know I left her, but that doesn’t mean she would cut me from his life. I move closer to the vehicle and watch as she stands from the driver’s side with a bag over her shoulder. She puts a pizza box on the top of the car before she turns and opens the back door. Another bag goes over the same shoulder. A few moments later, she steps around the door with a car seat in her arms. She is straining under the weight of everything but doesn’t ask me to carry anything.
“Can I help you?” I offer, but she huffs at me in response.
She looks at the pizza box and then down to what she’s carrying already.
“Now you want to help? No thank you.” She hip checks the door to close it. The alarm engages as the horn honks.
I’m still in shock as she stomps past me toward the back door of the house. I grab the pizza off the roof of the car she obviously left to come back for, and I rush to keep up with her. Based on her mood, I wouldn’t be shocked if she tried to lock me out. I need to find out what’s going on.
When we step into the mudroom, I realize my phone didn’t alert me that she disarmed the house. I pull out my phone and check the app. It still says I’m not authorized. She must have really moved on if she removed me from the security. But this house is Renee’s. She wouldn’t remove me from it, would she? The question gives me pause, and I realize she was upset with me when I spoke to her the other day. Getting here took some time, but I’ve been travelling nonstop to get here before Bastian did. However, his men could be here already.
Leisel sets the car seat down on the floor to take off her boots and hang up her parka. She has a long sweater on over her jeans. The collar is so wide it’s falling off a shoulder. I notice the strap of her bra and what looks like a tank top too. I look at the car seat, but I can’t see the baby because of the heavy cover over the seat. She leaves both bags on the bench in the arctic entry and then opens the door into the kitchen. She carries the baby through the house and into the living room, where she sets the seat on the floor. The baby lets out a cry as if he knows she left him.
“I know, little man. Just a moment. Momma has to get rid of the company, and then I’ll feed you.” She turns to me, and I’m standing there with the pizza box still in my hand just watching as everything plays out.
CHAPTER THREE
LEISEL
I take Ilan in completely. He’s in dark cargo pants, heavy military style boots, and a black sweater under his black puffy winter coat. It’s one of those military type coats with the orange interior. It’s open, showing his thick chest covered by that sweater. His dark hair is shorter, more military looking, and he has a mustache and dark scruff for a beard. He looks darker and more dangerous than he used to. I see the dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep.
“Ilan, you have to leave. My son needs to eat, and I don’t want you here. He and I are doing it on our own. We’ll be fine. Now leave.”
He looks up at me with pain in his eyes. I don’t understand it. I gave him time, and he didn’t message me at all.
“How old is he?”
“He’s none of your concern. Gideon is only my concern.”
He gasps, and I realize I said the name he doesn’t deserve to know. I gave my son that name because not only did it sound strong, but it fits him, and I wanted him to be like the Gideon that Ilan told me about. I remember everything Ilan told me about his abba and saba, his father and grandfather. How much he respected and loved his saba. How he loved his abba, but it hurt him that he wasn’t there growing up.
“You named him Gideon.” He tries to stomp past me, but I jump in front of him.
“No. You have your boots on, and you need to leave.”
He leans down over me. “I’m not leaving until you answer some questions.” His voice sounds like a growl, and his eyebrows are low over his dark eyes.
His tone of anger makes me step back. He moves away to remove his boots, and Gideon lets out a loud cry, letting us know he’s still waiting. I can’t let my son suffer because of Ilan. I turn my back on him and move over to the car seat. I flip the handle back and pull off the cover. Gideon smiles up at me, and I smile down at him.
“How’s momma’s little man? Did you have fun with Nanna and Pops today? Momma missed you.” I lift him out of the seat and pull my hat off my head before I move to the sofa. I grab Gideon’s favorite blanket and sit down to nurse him.
“What happened to your forehead? Did his father do that to you?” Ilan stomps so loud the glass on the fireplace rattles.
I gasp at his question. “It’s nothing, and no.” It dawns on me that Ilan doesn’t realize who Gideon is.
