Canyon. Brenda Jackson
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in surprise when Canyon reached down and picked up Beau. Keisha opened her mouth to warn him that Beau didn’t take well to strangers. She closed it when instead of screaming at the top of his lungs, Beau wrapped his arms around Canyon’s neck.
Canyon adjusted their son in his arms. “I’ll carry him to the car for you.”
She frowned. “He can walk.”
“I know he can, but I want to carry him. Humor me.”
Keisha didn’t want to humor him. She didn’t want to have anything to do with him. Father or no father, if Canyon thought he could bombard his way into her or Beau’s lives, he had another think coming. He’d made his choice three years ago.
She tried pushing her mother’s warning to the back of her mind. When Keisha had discovered her pregnancy and shared the news with her mother, Lynn had warned her not to assume Canyon would be like Kenneth Drew. Lynn believed every man had a right to know he’d fathered a child, which is why she had told Kenneth. Only after his decision not to accept Keisha as his child had Lynn ceased including Kenneth in her daughter’s life.
Lynn felt Keisha hadn’t given Canyon a chance to either accept or reject his child, and he should be given that choice. Keisha hadn’t felt that way. Knowing her father had rejected her had tormented her all through childhood and right into her adult life. It had been her decision to never let her son experience the grief of rejection.
When they reached her car, she opened the door to the backseat and moved aside to watch Canyon place Beau in his car seat. Then another surprise happened. Beau actually protested and tried reaching for Canyon to get back into his arms.
“It seems he likes you,” Keisha muttered, truly not happy with it at all.
Canyon glanced over his shoulder at her. “It’s a Westmoreland thing.”
Keisha didn’t say anything. If that was his way of letting her know his son should have been born with his name, he’d done so effectively.
“From now on, partner, I’ll never be too far away,” she heard him say to Beau and wondered if he realized he needed her permission for that to happen. When it came to her son, he would only have the rights she gave him.
As if Beau understood, he then spoke to Canyon for the first time. Pointing his finger at himself, he said, “Me Beau.” He then pointed at Canyon. “You?”
Canyon chuckled and Keisha knew he had deliberately said the next words loud enough for her to hear. “Dad.”
Beau repeated the word dad as if he needed to say it. “Dad.”
Canyon chuckled. “Yes, Dad.” He then closed the car door and turned to Keisha.
Ignoring the fierce frown on his face, she said, “You seem to be good with kids.”
He shrugged. “Dillon has a son named Denver who’s a little older than Beau, and I’m around him a lot. They favor.”
She lifted a brow. “Who?”
“Beau and Denver. Although Denver is a little taller, if you put them in a room together it might be hard to tell them apart.”
It was Keisha’s time to shrug. She would know her son anywhere. Besides, she couldn’t imagine the two kids looking that much alike. “Since you insist that we need to talk today, you can follow me home. But I don’t intend to break my routine with Beau because of you.”
“I don’t expect you to.”
She moved to walk around to the driver’s side of the car when he reached out and touched her. Immediately, heat raced up her spine and she was forced to remember the raw masculine energy Canyon possessed. She’d have thought that after three years she would be immune to him, but it seemed nothing had changed in the sexual-chemistry department.
“Keisha?”
With her pulse throbbing, she fought to regain her composure. She lifted her chin. “What?”
He met her gaze and held it. “Is there any reason someone would be following you?”
“What are you talking about?” Keisha asked, frowning.
Canyon shoved his hands into his pockets. “I started following you from your job, but I wasn’t the only one. A black sedan pulled out in front of me and whoever was behind the wheel followed you until a mile or so back. That’s when I tried getting the driver’s attention by driving close along the side of the car and forcing him or her to pull over. I don’t know if the driver was a man or a woman since the windows were tinted. Instead of pulling over, the car made a quick right turn at the next corner and kept going.”
Keisha remembered glancing in her rearview mirror and witnessing what she’d assumed were two drivers engaging in road rage. “You’re driving a burgundy car?”
“Yes.”
“I heard a horn blast and saw you trying to run that black car off the road. I figured it was nothing more than two drivers acting like fools.”
“It wasn’t. It was about me trying to find out why someone was following you. I even called the police to report it.”
“The police?”
“Yes. Just so happens that Pete Higgins is a deputy and a friend of Derringer’s. At the time, I only had a hunch you were being followed, so Pete checked it out as a favor. Then he got suspicious when he discovered the license plate had been reported as stolen. He’s since phoned back to say they’re still looking for the car.”
Although Keisha had only met Derringer Westmoreland once, during the Westmoreland Ball, she’d heard about him. Before marrying and settling down, he’d had a reputation of being quite the ladies’ man. In fact, a number of male Westmorelands had claimed that reputation.
“Well, I have no idea why anyone would be following me. Why were you following me?”
“Because on a number of occasions over the past ten months, I’ve approached you, wanting to talk and you refused to give me the time of day. Now I know why.”
Not wanting to get into it with Canyon about Beau now, because she was certain Pauline probably had her face glued to her office window, Keisha said, “We’ll talk later.”
“I’ll be right behind you.”
Canyon waited until Keisha had gotten into her car before crossing the parking lot to get into his. It was only when he had closed the door and snapped his seat belt that the impact of the past twenty minutes hit him hard.
He had a son. A son he hadn’t known about until today.
* * *
With her heart pounding furiously in her chest, Keisha pulled out of the day care’s parking lot. She thought about Canyon’s assertion that a car had been following her. That didn’t make sense. None of the cases she was working on were serious enough to warrant anyone wanting to harass her.
This was a new car she was driving, a very popular model. Perhaps the person had had carjacking in mind? Shivers raced through her at the thought.
When she came to a traffic light she glanced into the backseat to make sure Beau was okay. She couldn’t get over how easily he had accepted Canyon.
And just how easily Canyon had accepted him.
Canyon hadn’t demanded a DNA test for verification, instead he’d claimed that Beau favored Dillon’s son. Had that been the reason why his acceptance had come without any hassles? Well, there hadn’t been any hassles so far. They still had to talk, and someone who’d been as close to Canyon as she had been in the past knew that while he had a cool demeanor on the outside, he was simmering on the inside.
Keisha drew in a deep breath and exited onto the road that would take her home. Glancing in the rearview mirror her gaze met Canyon’s as he seemed to look right at her. Gee whiz, did he have to look at her like that? With an intensity that