His Secret Child (Slade Security Team Series Book 2) by North Leslie

Author:North, Leslie [North, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-10-07T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Slade lifted his eyebrows. “I don’t know that he is.”

“Is that why you wanted a DNA test? To be sure?” She groaned, turned to the counter, and put both hands on it. “That’s why Tayra didn’t want Brock to know—why she couldn’t tell him he had a son. He didn’t. You did.” She turned and faced him, her cheeks stung red. “Is that why she walked out on Brock—she was having an affair with you?”

Slade’s head jerked up. The air went out of him as if she’d punched him. “I wasn’t. I didn’t. Tayra never cheated—not that I know of.”

“Then how…” She let the words trail off. She waved a hand towards the living room, where Jason was still watching the game. Dropping her voice to a low hiss, she asked, “How do you explain that Jason looks nothing like Brock, and just like you?” She put her hands over her face. “God, I should have seen it sooner. The way you both hold yourselves, the same expressions, the same ear shape and face, and…that’s why you came. To claim your son?”

He stepped over to her, pulled her hands down, and kept hold of her wrists. “We do need to talk. But you need to eat first. Go sit down.” She started to shake her head, but Slade lifted her hands and pulled her with him to the table. “Sit. You like your eggs scrambled or over easy?”

“I get a choice?”

“We always get choices.” Heading back to the kitchen, he put cream and sugar into her coffee and brought it to her. She stared at the mug. Slade wanted to put a hand on her, to tell her it would be okay, but he had no idea if it would be. She’d shaken him with her blunt statement. He’d suspected, but she’d made it all too real—before he was ready for it. He could admit that now.

He’d suspected. The timing fit. But he hadn’t been certain. He also hadn’t wanted Brock here until he knew for certain.

Heading back into the kitchen, he got busy with the eggs. He’d bought bacon yesterday, too, so he fired up some strips. The smell pulled Jason in from the TV, so Slade fried up more bacon, more eggs, and put toast in to brown.

Once they’d eaten—or rather, Jason had eaten; Bethany had picked at her food, and Slade had shoved down mouthfuls without tasting anything because he knew his body needed fuel—Slade told Jason, “Hey, buddy, why don’t you go outside to play? I think someone set up a basketball hoop over the garage.”

Jason’s eyes lit up and he bolted for the door, his short leg barely noticeable from the speed he was using.

Slade turned to Bethany. “Okay, here’s the deal; I’m saying this once, and just once. Then it’s over. I’m not talking about it again. I’m not answering questions; got it?”

Her lips parted and Slade could see the questions in her eyes, but she pressed her mouth closed tightly and nodded.

Slade got up, poured more coffee for himself—she’d barely touched hers—and sat down again.

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