Page 25 of Deadly Lust

“No way.” He turned the truck down an adjacent street and parked. He pulled me toward him, his piercing stare penetrating me. “Mia, tell me what the fuck is going on.”

I burst into tears, unable to stay strong any longer.

I told him everything. When I finished, my tears had slowed and Mitch looked mildly shocked. I expected him to ask a million questions, but he didn’t. He waited until I got myself under control and looked right at me. “How’d you find out?”

“Autumn took me to meet Tiffany’s mother last week. I thought the boy was Joaquín’s, so I plucked a hair from his little head. I had it tested, and he’s my son.”

“And Grant knows? He found him first? Is this why Joaquín killed Tiffany?”

“I don’t know. Maybe Grant took him from the hospital. I don’t know anything anymore.”

“Get ahold of yourself.” His strong hands gripped my shoulders. “Listen, Grant didn’t kidnap him. No way. He would never do that.” He kissed my forehead. “You tell Grant you took an Uber. I’ll stay around the area in case you need me. Text me to let me know you’re okay.”

“Thank you, Mitch. You’ve been really great to me. You’re a good guy.”

“You make me a good man.”

I gave him a kiss on the cheek and jumped out of the truck. Anticipation and fear twisted inside me as I headed toward the house.

Toward Grant.

Toward my son.