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“Thank you, I will. Say hi to him for me and I hope Daisy’s feeling better soon.”
“Thanks. Let me know how it goes. And give Jack my love.”
A few moments later, Cally ended the call. Her thoughts returned to Kate’s suggestion, and hope and excitement sparked in her belly. A roommate would go a long way to solving her problems and a police officer would be even better. How much safer could she get than having a policeman in residence? Of course, she’d still proceed with caution. She wasn’t stupid. Not everyone in a uniform could be trusted.
Fleeting images of smiling brown eyes and unruly blond hair flashed through her mind. The negotiator’s ruggedly handsome face intruded on her thoughts. Andy’s impressive physical presence had captured her attention the minute she walked into the squad room, but it was the warmth and humor that shone in his eyes and the way he’d taken the time to answer Jack’s questions that had intrigued her. Not to mention the approving glances and the sexy grins he’d given her every now and then.
She frowned when she remembered his remark about Jack. Had he meant to imply she was neglecting her son’s needs, or had she overreacted? Being a single mother, she was used to going on the defensive when she considered herself under attack. Had she misread his intention? He certainly appeared genuine when he’d apologized.
With a small sigh, she wandered into the kitchen and pulled a coffee cup out of the cupboard. She’d put up a notice the first opportunity she got and hope someone would take her up on it. Andy’s smiling face blossomed once again in her mind and her heart skipped a beat. Would he be interested? Butterflies churned in her stomach at the thought of what might be the perfect solution.
CHAPTER SIX
Stewart Brady listened to the Crown Prosecutor drone on about the victim’s injuries and sighed aloud with impatience, not even bothering to hide his smirk. He wished the asshole had been smarter, and hadn’t made that quip about the size of Stewart’s biceps. If he’d had the brains to keep his mouth shut, Stewart would never have taken the barbell to him. The stupid prick had deserved it, fair and square.
The way the prosecutor would have it, Stewart had savagely beaten the victim to within an inch of his life and without any provocation. It was bullshit, that’s what it was and he’d about had enough. Anger surged through him, made even worse by the knowledge he wasn’t in a position to leave.
He glanced toward the two corrections officers who flanked him on either side of the dock. The tall, beefy pair would be hard to escape. Besides, who was he kidding? He’d never survive on the run. He’d lived all his life on his father’s bank accounts. He’d never given thought to stashing any of it away. Was it too late?
With a sigh, he let the fleeting thoughts slide and reached into the pocket of his suit jacket. He pulled out the crumpled page of the newspaper he’d torn off the front cover, now dated more than a month ago. Smoothing out the folds, he stared at the woman and child.
Renewed anger surged through him. He still couldn’t believe she lied to him . She’d gone into the clinic. He’d watched her go inside from where he sat in the car and he’d waited more than an hour. He’d passed the time texting his mates and updating his Facebook status to single. When she’d finally exited the building, he’d taken her home. Before she stepped out of the car, he’d told her they were over.
Okay, so he hadn’t actually asked her if she’d done it, but she’d been in there so long, it hadn’t occurred to him that she hadn’t gone through with it. He clenched his fists and was infuriated all over again that she hadn’t said anything to him. So what if he hadn’t wanted the kid at the time? It didn’t give her the right to have it and keep it from him for ten fucking years .
Jack Savage, the newspaper said. She hadn’t even given the boy
“Thanks. Let me know how it goes. And give Jack my love.”
A few moments later, Cally ended the call. Her thoughts returned to Kate’s suggestion, and hope and excitement sparked in her belly. A roommate would go a long way to solving her problems and a police officer would be even better. How much safer could she get than having a policeman in residence? Of course, she’d still proceed with caution. She wasn’t stupid. Not everyone in a uniform could be trusted.
Fleeting images of smiling brown eyes and unruly blond hair flashed through her mind. The negotiator’s ruggedly handsome face intruded on her thoughts. Andy’s impressive physical presence had captured her attention the minute she walked into the squad room, but it was the warmth and humor that shone in his eyes and the way he’d taken the time to answer Jack’s questions that had intrigued her. Not to mention the approving glances and the sexy grins he’d given her every now and then.
She frowned when she remembered his remark about Jack. Had he meant to imply she was neglecting her son’s needs, or had she overreacted? Being a single mother, she was used to going on the defensive when she considered herself under attack. Had she misread his intention? He certainly appeared genuine when he’d apologized.
With a small sigh, she wandered into the kitchen and pulled a coffee cup out of the cupboard. She’d put up a notice the first opportunity she got and hope someone would take her up on it. Andy’s smiling face blossomed once again in her mind and her heart skipped a beat. Would he be interested? Butterflies churned in her stomach at the thought of what might be the perfect solution.
CHAPTER SIX
Stewart Brady listened to the Crown Prosecutor drone on about the victim’s injuries and sighed aloud with impatience, not even bothering to hide his smirk. He wished the asshole had been smarter, and hadn’t made that quip about the size of Stewart’s biceps. If he’d had the brains to keep his mouth shut, Stewart would never have taken the barbell to him. The stupid prick had deserved it, fair and square.
The way the prosecutor would have it, Stewart had savagely beaten the victim to within an inch of his life and without any provocation. It was bullshit, that’s what it was and he’d about had enough. Anger surged through him, made even worse by the knowledge he wasn’t in a position to leave.
He glanced toward the two corrections officers who flanked him on either side of the dock. The tall, beefy pair would be hard to escape. Besides, who was he kidding? He’d never survive on the run. He’d lived all his life on his father’s bank accounts. He’d never given thought to stashing any of it away. Was it too late?
With a sigh, he let the fleeting thoughts slide and reached into the pocket of his suit jacket. He pulled out the crumpled page of the newspaper he’d torn off the front cover, now dated more than a month ago. Smoothing out the folds, he stared at the woman and child.
Renewed anger surged through him. He still couldn’t believe she lied to him . She’d gone into the clinic. He’d watched her go inside from where he sat in the car and he’d waited more than an hour. He’d passed the time texting his mates and updating his Facebook status to single. When she’d finally exited the building, he’d taken her home. Before she stepped out of the car, he’d told her they were over.
Okay, so he hadn’t actually asked her if she’d done it, but she’d been in there so long, it hadn’t occurred to him that she hadn’t gone through with it. He clenched his fists and was infuriated all over again that she hadn’t said anything to him. So what if he hadn’t wanted the kid at the time? It didn’t give her the right to have it and keep it from him for ten fucking years .
Jack Savage, the newspaper said. She hadn’t even given the boy
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