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Mickey nodded quickly, handing the device to Jackson.
Sam turned to face Skinner who no longer held a gun as he sipped from his cup. “What just happened?” he had to ask.
“At least we didn’t miss the show this time!” Jackson said with a laugh.
Chapter Twenty
Carson
His heart thumped fast as Carson jumped from the passenger seat of Lincoln’s truck after they skidded to a stop in front of the coffee shop. He should have known that Sam’s father would show up. Carson just thought he had more time to prepare. The news report had just aired the day before. Sam’s father must have already had plans to find his son.
Behind him, Lincoln and Nash scrambled out of the vehicle, but Carson was already pulling open the door. He stepped inside and paused.
Sam stood behind the counter as the man in front moved off to the side.
His boy looked…okay. Sam appeared fine. After hearing about Sam’s father, a gun, and whatever else Caden had tried to say through his panic.
“Hi, Daddy!” Sam, his little princess, waved and smiled at him.
“What the fuck!” Nash demanded.
Sam smirked. “It seems we didn’t need the cavalry after all.”
“Caden!” Lincoln shouted.
“Here, Daddy!” Caden came running out of the kitchen.
Carson ignored the others as he stalked around the counter. Sam backed up until Carson had him crowded against the back counter. His boy was just as beautiful as he’d been when Carson dropped him off. In his black skirt and black tights in black boots with a long off-the-shoulder peach sweater, Sam appeared to be unharmed, although Carson could see the stress around Sam’s mouth and eyes.
“Are you okay, baby?”
Sam nodded as he wrapped his fingers in the front of Carson’s shirt. He’d discarded his jacket earlier at the office as he went over reports and hadn’t stopped to grab it. “It was as bad as I expected but I feel surprisingly good.”
“Your father, right?” Carson yanked Sam into his chest as he allowed his gaze to roam the rest of the shop.
Lincoln held Caden close as he whispered in Caden's ear. Nash had an arm around both Adam and Mickey.
“He stormed in, demanding that I leave with him. Two of our customers stepped in and besides being an asshole, my father didn’t touch me.”
“And he left?” Carson wanted to get his hands on the man who’d hurt Sam for so long.
“Mickey threatened to release the video he took if my father didn’t leave or ever came back.”
“That was smart thinking.” No presidential hopeful would want a video that he suspected did not show the senator in a positive light released. “But who had the gun?”
“Gun?’ Sam blinked up at him. “Oh! Where did Jackson and Skinner go?” He looked around the shop like he expected the two men to appear.
There was no one in the shop besides their group but Carson did remember seeing the man that had been at the counter when he arrived.
“They left through the back door,” Caden said. “Skinner said to tell you that he’d make sure your father really left.”
“Skinner?” Carson repeated. “Who were those men?”
“It’s a long story. Maybe we should sit down?”
“I can make coffees!” Caden offered.
Carson watched as the young man came around the counter. “How are you, Caden?” He couldn’t help but hold Sam tight to him, not ready to let go of his boy. What would he have done if Sam’s father had forced him to leave? He’d have gone after him, of course, but Sam could have been hurt.
