“No one will love him like his mother can,” she says quietly.
I think of my own mother, and I know in my heart what this woman is saying is true. No one loved me like my mom did. I didn’t really understand just how much until the nurse laid my son against my chest. In that moment, I knew I could never love anything more.
“They’ll come for me if I run. They said they’d hurt my family,” I explain.
“We’ll figure something out.”
I turn away from her. “I’m not interested in returning to my previous life,” I tell her.
She’s quiet for a long moment before speaking. “He loves you, Jenny.”
“He loves someone who doesn’t exist anymore. She died a long time ago.”
I know she wants to say something else, but she doesn’t. She starts the car and heads toward the hotel instead.
Honestly, I don’t blame her. I don’t really know what to say either.
This is crazy.
Chapter Eight
Brody
Istare at Jenny in sheer disbelief as she walks away from me. Rachel saved Jenny’s life … and she didn’t tell anyone.
How could she keep this a secret from Raffe … from Jackson?
Jenny busies herself in the kitchen. She’s fixing supper. She said she needed a break.
Me fucking too. This shit is nuts.
My phone rings. It’s Jackson.Of course it is.
Jenny’s head turns my direction as I answer it.
“Hey, brother. What’s up?”
She slowly inches closer to me.
“Dad’s staying over at the house again tonight. I was wondering if you could stop by and check on him.”
“Oh shit, yeah. I mean, no.” My eyes meet Jenny’s as she lowers herself beside me. Her head leans close to me so she can hear his voice. “I’m out of town helping the in-laws. I won’t be back till late, but I can drive by and see if any lights are on when I get back to town.”
“That would make me feel a little better. Thanks, man,” he says.
Jenny places her hand over her chest. I pull the phone away from my ear and hit speaker.
“Why hasn’t he been staying at the warehouse?” I ask.
“Grandma gave him an old shoebox last night. They didn’t tell me what it was, but they brought it down from the attic, so I’m assuming it was my angel mom’s.”
Jenny let’s out a painful sound.
“Is Daisy with you?” Jackson asks.
“Naw. That was just one of her mom’s cats.” I give Jenny a look in warning.
“The old man was already up in his feels yesterday. Willow found him out at the cemetery again. I don’t know why Grandma thought it was wise to stir his emotions even more.” He sighs. “But yeah, if you could just drive by and check on him.”
