His Feverish Embrace by Kyle Celia & Maddix Marina

Author:Kyle, Celia & Maddix, Marina [Kyle, Celia & Maddix, Marina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Amazon: B08BCPHF14
Goodreads: 54138348
Publisher: Real Men Romance
Published: 2020-06-17T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

“Come on, sweetie. Get into bed and I’ll tuck you in, okay?” Rylan murmured as she led Trystin by the hand into his small, cozy bedroom.

The kid wore slightly oversized pajamas and dragged a little stuffed lizard with his other hand. He hopped into bed and wriggled down under the covers, beaming up at his concerned mother. She tried her hardest to keep her expression neutral and normal while in front of her son, even though her insides were in major turmoil. Thrett would figure things out now. There was no question about that. He had all the puzzle pieces together in one place, and it was only a matter of time before he laid eyes on the full image, if he hadn’t already.

She was mortified and full of regret, angry at herself for thinking she could sleep with Thrett without complicating the situation even further. How could she have let her desire for him override her duty to protect her son? What was it about Thrett that made her want to abandon all logic and throw caution to the wind?

What an idiot! How could she have let this happen? Her worst nightmare had just come true.

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Trystin said with a big yawn.

“Whatever for, my love?” she said, tucking him in just how he liked.

“For asking Mr. Bradford to bring me home. I got scared. I’m sorry.”

Rylan kissed his forehead, brushing back the silky, strawberry blond curls that framed his sweet face. “Oh, sweetie, it’s okay to feel scared sometimes. It happens to grown-ups, too. What scared you?”

Trystin fidgeted with the tail of his stuffed lizard toy, looking embarrassed. “The bad men. They were coming for me,” he said, eyes drooping. The poor kid was exhausted.

Rylan’s stomach clenched. “The bad men?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What bad men?”

His eyes had fallen shut and his breathing was evening out. He was almost out. “Dunno,” he said, though it came out sounding more like Uhnuh.

So bad men hadn’t been literally chasing him. That was a relief, though it certainly would have shocked the hell out of her if that had been the case. Stark Bradford lived in an all-but-impenetrable compound in Malibu.

It probably just had to do with the heightened anxiety regarding the van situation. Trystin, ever the observer, had probably picked up on the nerves of the staff and fellow classmates about it and internalized that fear. Rylan had seen it before. Her son seemed to have a knack for taking on other people’s emotions.

“Oh, sweetie, don’t worry, okay? It was probably just a bad dream. You’re safe now. I promise.”

“Mmhmm,” he mumbled sleepily. “‘Specially now that Thrett’s here.”

She wasn’t sure how to feel about the fact that Thrett apparently made her son feel safer than she did. She was happy he was no longer frightened, but it was mixed with sadness and—no point denying it—jealousy that she wasn’t enough for her son.

Soft snores echoed in the room by the time she found the courage to return to her bedroom. Every step amped up the sense of dread building inside her heart.

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