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shot up. âI did not ask you to help me with this to get money out of that rich fiancé of yours.â
âYou didnât ask, period, Larson. Iâm on the High Risk Team, too, remember? I offered. And Colin donates money all over the state. Heâs giving regularly to The Lemonade Stand now...â
A unique womenâs shelter in town that was changing the world one life at a time. Sam had been there several times, interviewing victims. It was a good place. Necessary. Deserving of any monies it could get.
Bloom had spent time there after the trial...
âColinâs sister was a victim of an unethical police commissioner,â Chantel reminded him. âHeâll gladly support someone who is now caught in the system due to the commissionerâs professional demise. And even if he wouldnât, Julie would. She has half of the Fairbanks fortune.â
Sam wasnât feeling charitable. Mostly because he couldnât afford to be as charitable as Chantelâs intended. Or Bloomâs ex.
Or Bloom, either, for that matter.
All night heâd been aware of the fact that heâd taken the lovely princess out of her castle. Wondering how Bloom was acclimating.
She was âslumming it,â as Chantel had just said about Colin. And Samâs home was the slum.
The dichotomy was not lost on him.
And shouldnât matter. He was in her life to do a job. Period.
âIâll make some calls,â he told Chantel. âGet a crew together. Iâll plan to pay them. If you come up with donations, theyâll be appreciated.â
Heâd only been married once. Hadnât made any more money than his wife had so he hadnât had to pay alimony. Heâd acquired the cottage at a steal. Lucy didnât care about diamonds or furs; she ate out of a forty-pound bag. And he made a good salary and had enough put away to pay for protection. For a while, at least.
Plus, he had years ahead of him to rebuild his heirless savings.
What good was a safety net if it couldnât be used to keep someone safe?
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CHAPTER SEVEN
S HE â D BEEN EXPECTING C HANTEL . Had been looking forward to making spinach salad for the woman who was giving up time with her new familyâliving in an old cottage with her instead of the mansion that was now her official homeâjust because Ken was getting out of jail.
Hating that people were having to rearrange their lives because of her, she was more determined than ever to contact Ken as soon as possible. He knew her, but she knew him, too. Better now than she ever had before. She knew his weaknesses. His vulnerabilities. She knew why he had issues. And her biggest advantage was that he knew she knew.
He had to beat her at mind games. Period. Had to prove to himself that he was superior to any woman. Every woman. Because of the humiliating things his mother had done to him when he was a kid. Making him pay for the fact that heâd been born male right after his father had left her for another woman. For getting in her way when sheâd brought jerk after jerk home to take his fatherâs place.
The woman had done bad things. Inconceivable, really, for a mother to do to a son. Nothing as overt as hitting him. Sheâd left no external bruises. Had inflicted very little physical pain. Bloom had fallen in love with the man that little boy had become. It was only years later that sheâd been forced to confront his shadow side.
Or rather, now was when she was going to confront it. Sheâd only been its victim in times past.
A youngish-looking man waiting in the vestibule opened the door for Bloom as she headed out of her building, on her way to meet the man waiting at the end of the walk to escort her to her car. Chantel had called to let her know that Sam Larson would be picking her up after work.
âHave a good evening,â her door-holder said, giving her a head-on, but otherwise situation-appropriate look.
That
âYou didnât ask, period, Larson. Iâm on the High Risk Team, too, remember? I offered. And Colin donates money all over the state. Heâs giving regularly to The Lemonade Stand now...â
A unique womenâs shelter in town that was changing the world one life at a time. Sam had been there several times, interviewing victims. It was a good place. Necessary. Deserving of any monies it could get.
Bloom had spent time there after the trial...
âColinâs sister was a victim of an unethical police commissioner,â Chantel reminded him. âHeâll gladly support someone who is now caught in the system due to the commissionerâs professional demise. And even if he wouldnât, Julie would. She has half of the Fairbanks fortune.â
Sam wasnât feeling charitable. Mostly because he couldnât afford to be as charitable as Chantelâs intended. Or Bloomâs ex.
Or Bloom, either, for that matter.
All night heâd been aware of the fact that heâd taken the lovely princess out of her castle. Wondering how Bloom was acclimating.
She was âslumming it,â as Chantel had just said about Colin. And Samâs home was the slum.
The dichotomy was not lost on him.
And shouldnât matter. He was in her life to do a job. Period.
âIâll make some calls,â he told Chantel. âGet a crew together. Iâll plan to pay them. If you come up with donations, theyâll be appreciated.â
Heâd only been married once. Hadnât made any more money than his wife had so he hadnât had to pay alimony. Heâd acquired the cottage at a steal. Lucy didnât care about diamonds or furs; she ate out of a forty-pound bag. And he made a good salary and had enough put away to pay for protection. For a while, at least.
Plus, he had years ahead of him to rebuild his heirless savings.
What good was a safety net if it couldnât be used to keep someone safe?
Â
CHAPTER SEVEN
S HE â D BEEN EXPECTING C HANTEL . Had been looking forward to making spinach salad for the woman who was giving up time with her new familyâliving in an old cottage with her instead of the mansion that was now her official homeâjust because Ken was getting out of jail.
Hating that people were having to rearrange their lives because of her, she was more determined than ever to contact Ken as soon as possible. He knew her, but she knew him, too. Better now than she ever had before. She knew his weaknesses. His vulnerabilities. She knew why he had issues. And her biggest advantage was that he knew she knew.
He had to beat her at mind games. Period. Had to prove to himself that he was superior to any woman. Every woman. Because of the humiliating things his mother had done to him when he was a kid. Making him pay for the fact that heâd been born male right after his father had left her for another woman. For getting in her way when sheâd brought jerk after jerk home to take his fatherâs place.
The woman had done bad things. Inconceivable, really, for a mother to do to a son. Nothing as overt as hitting him. Sheâd left no external bruises. Had inflicted very little physical pain. Bloom had fallen in love with the man that little boy had become. It was only years later that sheâd been forced to confront his shadow side.
Or rather, now was when she was going to confront it. Sheâd only been its victim in times past.
A youngish-looking man waiting in the vestibule opened the door for Bloom as she headed out of her building, on her way to meet the man waiting at the end of the walk to escort her to her car. Chantel had called to let her know that Sam Larson would be picking her up after work.
âHave a good evening,â her door-holder said, giving her a head-on, but otherwise situation-appropriate look.
That
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