Greyson (The K9 Files) - Dale Mayer Page 0,59
confirmation on George’s passing because we’ve seen people fake their deaths before.”
She stared at him. “That’s just so hard to understand.” It was such a mind-bender to get her head wrapped around.
“Don’t worry about that right now,” he said. “Let those facts sink in, and we’ll get more intel as the day wears on.” He looked over to see Danny shuffling in his sleep.
“How long will he sleep?”
“I wouldn’t think much longer, especially since we got to bed earlier than usual,” she said, “but it’s been a pretty stressful couple days.”
“That’s for sure.” Just then the little tyke stretched and shifted. She rolled over and kissed him on the cheek. “Good morning, sunshine.” He opened his eyes and gurgled up at her. Her heart just melted with love as she wrapped him up in her arms and held him close. She watched as Greyson stood up.
“Do you mind if I have a quick shower?”
“Of course not,” she said. “Make yourself at home, please.”
He nodded, walked to the hallway closet, and looked back at her. “Okay to grab a towel?”
She nodded. “Do you even have a change of clothes here?”
“I do,” he said. “I brought a bag with me.”
She nodded and smiled. “Oh, good. Go for it,” she said. “Danny can use my bathroom, if needed.”
He nodded and headed into the hall bathroom.
When the door closed, she looked over to see Danny staring in his direction. He looked up at her, looked where Greyson had been, and pointed. “Gray Greece?”
She chuckled. “Almost, buddy. Greyson.”
He tried to imitate her several times and then appeared to be happy enough to move on.
She got up, checked his diaper, and found that he was wet, of course, but not dirty, and walked over to his bedroom, where she quickly grabbed a diaper and a change of clothes, then headed to her bathroom, where she gave him a wash and got him dressed.
When she combed his hair, he looked up at her and smiled. It was such a lovely, warm, innocent smile that her heart just melted all over again. She snatched him up in her arms and buried her face against his soft neck. “I love you so much,” she whispered.
His response? He just gurgled with laughter. Then he patted her cheek and said, “My mama.”
Showered, changed, and downstairs, his bag at the front door, not wanting to imply any intent by leaving it upstairs, Greyson sat at the kitchen table with his second cup of coffee. They had already had another bacon-and-egg breakfast, which was fine by him for every morning. It was already nine o’clock. “The day has already well and truly begun,” he said.
“Right,” she said. “It’s amazing, after such a night and an early morning wakeup, how quickly the more normal morning hours can go.”
“Do we need to go anywhere today?” he asked, looking over at Danny. “Do you need anything for Danny?”
“Since we picked up groceries yesterday,” she answered, “in theory, we’re fine for a couple days.”
“Good enough.” He tapped the table, wondering if he should ask her.
“Something is obviously on your mind,” she said. “Let’s hear it.”
He looked at her with a smile. “You know me too well if you understand that already,” he joked.
“Well, you have this pensive look on your face.”
“It’s early, and this is pushing it,” he said, “but I’ve already gotten yet another phone call from my grandfather, wondering when I was bringing you around.”
She stared at him in surprise, then laughed. “Are you an only child by any chance?”
“I am at that,” he said, with a wry look. “They’ve been after me for a long time to get married and to have a family.”
“That’s not necessarily a good thing in this circumstance,” she said, “because I have Danny.”
“But what you need to understand,” he said, “is that my parents died, and my grandparents took me in. So they would not be unhappy at all if I hook up with you and get to inherit Danny.”
“But will they accept him? Oh, my God,” she said, shaking her head. “That just feels …”
“Yes? What does it feel like?” he asked, his gaze direct.
She stared at him in surprise. “I’m caught between laughing and being horrified,” she said, “because we barely know each other.”
He reached across the table with his open hand and watched as she placed her hand in his. He smiled. “But what we do know is what matters.”
She stared at him and looked down at her hand, then tried to pull it back, as