Название | Once a Hero |
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Автор произведения | Lisa Childs |
Жанр | Контркультура |
Серия | Mills & Boon Love Inspired |
Издательство | Контркультура |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 9781408958407 |
“I’m sorry,” Kent repeated to the boy, ignoring her irritation that he had let himself inside her apartment. He would not argue with her in front of the child.
She opened her mouth, then closed it, as if coming to the same realization.
“I wasn’t yelling. Really,” Kent assured the child. “I was just talking loud. I didn’t know you were sleeping.” He hadn’t known about the kid at all.
“Who are you?” the little boy asked, staring up at Kent with wide eyes that were the same shade of chocolate-brown as Erin’s.
“I’m Serge—”
“He’s a friend,” Erin interrupted. “Now you have to go back to sleep, honey. You have school in the morning.” She pulled the covers up to the boy’s chin and kissed his forehead. With his dark hair and those eyes and delicate features, he looked very much like Erin.
A pressure shifted in Kent’s chest, releasing some of his resentment toward her. He’d been right—there was much more to Erin Powell than she was willing to reveal.
She rose from her knees and reached out, grasping Kent’s arm to pull him from the room. He could have resisted her effort to give him the bum’s rush, but he followed, admiring the swing of her narrow hips beneath her cotton pajama bottoms. Instead of a matching top, she wore an old gray sweatshirt.
She didn’t speak until they’d left the hall and returned to the living room. “You need to leave,” she told him. Although she kept it low, her voice vibrated with anger. “You shouldn’t have come here. You have no right to barge into my home.”
“You just called me a friend,” he reminded her with a grin.
Her eyes narrowed with irritation. “I lied.”
“To your son?” Kent had to know—was the boy hers? With the similarity between them, he had to be.
“You have no right to interfere in my life,” she protested as she headed straight to the door and opened it. “Where I live, who I live with is none of your business.”
“You made it mine with every venomous word you wrote about me.” He closed his hand over hers and pressed the door closed. “You’re my business now, Erin, so I’m going to find out everything there is to know about you.”
She turned toward him, her eyes wide. “You can’t—”
“I can,” he assured her. “Despite what you think, I’m still a real cop.”
“Have you forgotten a little thing called freedom of the press?” she asked. “I won’t stop writing about you. You can’t intimidate me.”
“No, I can’t,” he agreed. “Unless you have something to hide, something you don’t want me to find out.”
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