Greyson (The K9 Files) - Dale Mayer Page 0,54
me, drew up the paperwork just like I wanted. I get Danny. George gets everything else. Even after George contacted the attorneys about three months ago, stating he now wanted Danny, the paperwork didn’t change. And I was totally happy about that.”
“Smart to deal with the attorneys instead of your ex,” he said. “Saves on the acrimony, I’ll bet.”
“I just wanted to be free,” she said. “The paperwork all got finalized not that long ago. I just got my copy.”
Maybe it was something in her voice, or maybe it was her words, but he stopped, looked at her, and said, “How long ago did you get the paperwork?”
She frowned and looked at the calendar on her phone, trying to remember. “Maybe a month ago?”
Greyson rubbed his face, thinking of the possibilities. “And just over three weeks ago you have a fender bender with somebody who says it’s a threat from your ex-husband?”
“Yes,” she said, “but surely that’s a coincidence.”
“No, not that close together,” he said. “I don’t have a lot of faith in those. Not the good kind of coincidences anyway.”
“So what then? Fate?”
“A trigger,” he said, staring off into space. “I need some information,” he said. “Why don’t you lie down and get some more sleep?”
“I don’t think I’ll sleep now,” she said with feeling.
He walked over to the bed, gently sat on the edge, so as not to disturb a sleeping Danny, leaning back against the headboard. “Just relax and get some sleep while you can,” he said. “I’ll let you know if anything major’s happening.”
She curled up on top of the bedding. With a muffled exclamation, he got up off the bed and grabbed a blanket from the footboard and gently spread it over her.
She smiled and said, “Now I feel like a two-year-old.”
Immediately he whispered a reply, “But you don’t look or feel like one.”
Her eyes flew open as she stared up at him. “Were you just flirting with me?” she asked.
“Nah,” he said, “I don’t know how to do that.”
“Well, I’ve got news for you. You were flirting with me,” she said, smiling.
“And if I was?” he asked, but his tone was one of curiosity.
She chuckled. “It’s been a long time,” she said, “but I have to admit I might just flirt back.”
“Feel free,” he said. “It’s been a long time for me too. I’m not exactly sure what that even looks like anymore.”
Jessica fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Greyson watched over the two of them, wondering at his heartstrings being pulled to the extent that they were. Something about Kona had started it, and then this beautiful woman and her extra special son were added bonuses. It’s not at all what he expected to see in his life.
But then again he hadn’t come with any expectations, so maybe that’s why he’d been fully open to it. But no way in hell he would let anything happen to the two of them. Not while he wanted not only to make sure they stayed safe, but but also to know if this relationship between them had the basis to go any further. He thought it had a lot of potential and could go a long way. But, when danger was involved, he had to stay focused. At least in his mind he did. He knew a lot of guys who would have taken her to bed already. But he didn’t just want to take her to bed; he wanted more.
And that was a whole different story. He frowned at that because he wouldn’t have thought he was looking for a long-term relationship. He was a bit of a mess, though she didn’t appear to care. But then she didn’t know all about his prosthetic, and that might be a turning point for her. But then again, maybe not. She looked like the kind of person who wouldn’t care about the more superficial elements in life.
He shifted on the bed, wishing he’d brought his laptop with him. The phone was great, but his laptop would have been a lot easier.
Messages were coming in rapidly. He sifted through them and found that both the brother-in-law and Frank knew each other in the military. Also confirmed by Frank’s phone contents. That didn’t necessarily incriminate Jensen, but it could be just that Jensen had spoken about his brother’s ex-wife, and that had been enough to trigger something in Frank’s psyche. Particularly if Frank came home with any psychological problems. The situation was something Frank could glom onto and