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“You know the kid?” Luke asked.
“Yep,” I said. “Kid’s a real creep. Visits Calloway’s office three times a day if he can. Mom never comes and picks him up when he’s ‘sick.’ Things like that. But the thing is, Calloway had a date with the brother of this kid a few weeks ago. During the date she found out that this kid was her blind date’s brother.”
“Interesting,” Dad said. “Let’s go get this kid.”
Bennett looked over at me.
“Let’s go get this meeting taken care of while they bring the kid in. I find that I want to hear what the kid has to say,” Bennett murmured.
I looked over at Bennett.
“While they’re bringing the kid in, why don’t you go get Calloway? She’s going to want to be in on this,” I said. “And she’ll be pissed as hell if she finds out I kept her in the dark.”
Bennett grinned. “I’ll go get her.”Chapter 10
I wish I was Felicia. She’s always going somewhere.
-Coffee Cup
Calloway.
I took a shower.
I knew that Louis wanted me to stay just the way I was, but when my dad had called about twenty minutes ago saying that he was picking up lunch then coming to get me to bring me to the station? Yeah, there was no way in hell I wasn’t freshening up.
Five minutes after getting dressed in my old jeans, and a tight pair of Louis’ boxer briefs, I was standing in his closet with only my bra and contemplating my options.
My shirt was dirty, and there was no way in hell that I was wearing that.
I was just yanking down a black tee when I heard the knock at the door.
Thinking that it was my dad, I shrugged the tee on and went hurrying toward the door.
Yanking it open, I blinked when I realized that it wasn’t my dad.
“Beckham!” I cried, throwing my arms around her. Beckham laughed and caught me up in a hug just as fierce as my own. “What are you doing here? Where’s the baby?”
Beckham was away at college. She was getting her masters in Adventure Education.
Pretty much Beckham was going to school to be a glorified park ranger.
But she was doing it in fucking Montana.
Which was hours and hours away from us.
“He’s with my mom. Where have you been?” she cried. “I called my dad, my brother, Ares. I went to visit you at school, and that was when Ares told me that you played hooky!”
“Not playing hooky.” My dad laughed from behind us. “She was skipping because Louis found something on her porch that was concerning. And he didn’t want her at the school, which was a really good thing.” He paused and swept Beckham up in a hug that was just as fierce as the ones he gave me. “Missed you, girl. How long are you here?”
She smiled brilliantly. “For the summer. School just finished for the semester, so I’ll be here for about two months.”
I smiled wide. “Does Louis know that you’re here?”
She wiggled a hand in the ‘sort of’ way. “I asked where you were because I wanted to talk to you. But he seemed distracted, so I’m not actually sure if he knows I’m here-here, or if he just assumes I wanted to talk to you but didn’t want to bother you at school. So… you and my brother.”
I laughed and stepped back, gesturing for her to come inside.
My dad, however, interrupted us. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we have some important stuff to discuss. Beckham, you’re more than welcome to stay, but we need to go down to the station.”
My brows rose. “So whatever was on my porch was that bad?”
My dad’s pity-filled eyes met mine. “Unfortunately, yes.”
I grimaced and gestured to my feet. “I have to go find my shoes.”
He nodded. “Grab a sweatshirt. We’re gonna be there a while.”
I did just that, leaving Dad and Beckham talking quietly
When I grabbed the first sweatshirt I saw—a rather large SWAT hoodie that practically swamped my frame—I slipped my feet into my tennis shoes and walked back out into the living room. When I got there, it was to see Beckham showing photos of her son, Kase, to my dad.
I walked over to look at the newest ones that I hadn’t seen on Facebook today.
“Awwww,” I cried. “He’s so cute. And boy, does he look like his daddy.”
Bennett’s eyes came to me. “You’ve met him?”
I opened my mouth to say ‘absolutely not’ but nothing came out.
I tried really hard not to talk, to lie to my father. Really, really hard.
And I didn’t want to lie now.
I looked at Beckham with pleading eyes, and she sighed.
“Yes, she’s seen a photo of the father,” Beckham replied. “But, Uncle Bennett, you have to promise me you won’t say anything.”
The circumstances behind Beckham’s pregnancy was something that she didn’t discuss. Not even with me. Or her brother and father, which had caused a huge strain on their relationship.
