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Trey scratched his head, appearing befuddled. “I don’t know.”
“It’s time for breakfast,” Jason said. “I’m hungry.”
“I need to go to work,” Kelly told Trey.
“I know,” Trey said. “How do you feel?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. What was he asking? How was I? Was it good for you?
“Other than the fact that I don’t have on any clothes under these sheets, I’m fine.” She motioned with her eyes toward Jason.
Trey swept a hand through his tousled hair, obviously plotting a way out of this sticky situation. She bit her lip, watching him think.
She’d had sex with Trey Wentworth last night. Unbelievable, but definitely true.
Maybe it was because they’d been intimate, or maybe because no one looked their best in the early morning, but for the first time Trey Wentworth appeared vulnerable.
Well, well. She’d finally succeeded in demoting him from that godlike status Patrice had teased her about.
And then a horrible thought crashed into her brain, making her want to pull the covers over her face. Senior was an early riser. What if Mean Bully heard the commotion and came to investigate? She raised her chin. Well, the hell with him. She had nothing to be ashamed of.
“Do you think your father is up yet?” Kelly asked.
“He’s gone.”
“Gone?”
“I sent him packing back to New York.”
“Did you now?” A wave of pleasure washed through her, making the knots in her belly resolve. Trey had said he was leaving, but she hadn’t truly believed it.
Trey wrapped the bedspread around his lower half and scooped up Jason. He looked sexy with his kid perched on one hip. His beard was even longer this morning and that added to his allure.
“Go take a shower,” he said, striding toward the door with his giggling son. “I’ll take care of Jason.”
“Wait,” she said, a new kind of worry creeping into her thoughts.
Trey turned back.
“Where’s my duffel? My service weapon is in it.”
“In the closet,” he said, motioning with his chin. “It’s safe. Jason can’t reach the handle.”
Kelly blew out a breath. “Okay. Good.”
Trey’s gaze pierced hers. “We need to talk.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “We do.”
“When you get home tonight?”
“This isn’t my home, Trey,” she said softly. And I need to remember that.
His face tightened. “When is your next day off?”
“Tomorrow.”
He nodded. “Good.”
When father and son had disappeared, Kelly gathered the deliciously sensual sheet around her body and tucked an edge to hold it in place. Man, she’d love to sleep on this material every night. She hurried to the walk-in closet to retrieve her duffel and gaped at the rows and rows of shirts and jackets and slacks and belts all suspended from some sort of machine that moved so their owner didn’t have to reach. Everything was perfectly arranged, neat and tidy, photo op ready.
Well, yeah. Hadn’t Patrice told her this closet had once been featured in some architectural monthly magazine?
Her uniform would be a wrinkled mess inside the duffel. She’d been in too big a hurry to get Trey naked to bother to hang it up.
She hefted the bag over her shoulder. She’d had her fun. A nice little break from reality. But Jason might never regain his memory. Trey needed to face that fact, and so did she. She was sorry for the little dude, but he wasn’t her problem.
He wasn’t her son.
A nasty pang shot through her gut at that reminder. She needed to get out of fantasyville before her life spiraled so completely out of control that she’d never get back on track.
But how could she walk away from Jason? The little boy still needed her.
Or maybe she needed Jason. Or was it she didn’t want to leave Trey?
When had she become such a damn fool?
She’d tell him about Maria and then she was out of here.
CHAPTER TWENTY
“BUT YOU CAN’T go home,” Trey told Kelly, placing a glass of wine in front of her on the bar. Why was she talking about leaving?
They’d had a pleasant dinner—one far more enjoyable without his father’s glowering presence—and Jason was now watching his allowed thirty minutes of television before Kelly read him a bedtime story. She was off tomorrow, and he had plans for his strange family.
