Colton's Secret Son. Carla Cassidy
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started showing?”
“The gossipmongers went crazy for a couple of months. I heard everything from I got pregnant after a one-night stand to the father being one of the men who worked for my dad.” She looked down and then raised her gaze to meet his. “Your name popped up as a potential candidate, but when you didn’t come back to town that particular rumor died.”
He didn’t want to think about her being alone and pregnant and the subject of scandal and gossip. “Now, about Cody.”
She sighed and reached up and grabbed a strand of her hair and worried it between two fingers, a habit he remembered her having whenever she was stressed. “He gets out of school every day at three thirty and walks home from the bus stop.” She dropped her hair and frowned. “I guess you could pick him up here every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon and then have him back by bedtime.”
“That will work. And what about the weekends? I can still have him on Sundays?” What he’d really like would be to have Cody every single day. He’d like to wake up in the mornings and fix him breakfast, see him off to school and then spend the evenings with him and tuck him into bed.
“I work on most Saturdays and Cody usually spends time out at Jade’s or comes in with me to the office. Maybe instead of Sunday you could take him on Saturdays while I’m working.”
He could tell by the hollowness in her eyes, by the slight thinning of her lips, she wasn’t happy, but he couldn’t help that. She wouldn’t be in this position if she hadn’t lied to him in the first place.
And with that thought he was ready to leave. They’d worked out the days he’d spend with his son and he didn’t need anything else from her.
He got up from the table and carried his cup to the sink. “Thanks for the coffee and the cookie,” he said.
She rose and together they walked to the front door. “I guess we’ll see you Tuesday afternoon,” she said.
He turned to face her and the scent of apples and spices suffused him. She stood close enough to him that he could feel the heat from her body radiating outward to warm him. Desire punched him hard in the gut.
He felt like he had when he’d been sixteen years old and she was fifteen and all he wanted was a kiss from the girl who had stolen his heart. The urge to capture her lips with his was nearly overwhelming.
Her eyes flared deep gold and she took a step backward. “Good night, Knox.”
“Good night,” he replied and stepped outside into the dark of the night. As he hurried to his car in the driveway, he didn’t know if he hated her for lying to him or if he hated her because as crazy as it was, he still wanted her.
* * *
Monday morning at nine o’clock, Allison sat at her desk in the Rafferty Construction Company’s office on Main Street.
Outside the glass partitions that made up her office space was the blood and guts of the business. Lumber in all sizes and types stacked the walls of the large space. Bath and kitchen tiles were in another section, along with anything and everything that might be needed to renovate a home.
At the moment two of her best men were building custom kitchen cabinets, and the sounds of power miter saws and hammering were as familiar to Allison as her own heartbeat.
Much of her childhood had been spent in the shop area, watching men build things from wood and talk about plumbing and wiring. It had never been her intention to take over the business. She’d wanted to be a nurse, but her father’s illness and his desire for her to take over for him had changed her life plans.
Now she couldn’t imagine doing anything else. This business was in her blood, a continuing tribute to the father she’d loved so much.
She sat up straighter in her chair as foreman George Carlson walked in. He headed straight for her office, a deep frown cutting into his broad forehead.
“We’ve got a problem on the Wilkenson place,” he said as he sat in the chair before her desk.
“What’s the problem?” The Wilkenson home was a large two-story on Main Street that had been in foreclosure for nearly a year. New owners had finally bought the place but before moving in they’d wanted an extensive renovation. Allison had bid on the job and three days ago they’d been given the go-head.
“I delivered a load of lumber there yesterday and this morning I discovered that it had been ruined. Somebody took a saw to it and made a bunch of kindling.” He narrowed his brown eyes. “And that same somebody also spray painted what wasn’t cut up, and you know who’s probably responsible.”
She sighed. Yes, she knew the likely culprits. Rafferty Construction had been in a fierce competition for business with Brothers Construction, Inc. That company, run by brothers Brad and Bob Billings, had also bid on the Wilkenson project and had lost the job to Allison. This wouldn’t be the first time the two sore losers had caused problems on a site.
“Call Sheriff Jeffries and get him out to the house to make a report,” she said with a sigh.
George snorted. “Bud Jeffries couldn’t find a criminal if one crawled up his pant leg.”
Allison fought against a smile. “We still need to make an official report,” she replied.
“Yeah, I know. On another note, are you going to fire Chad today?”
“You’re the one who told me he needs to go.”
“He does,” George said firmly. “He’s a drunk and he’s become more and more dangerous on the jobs because of his drinking. I don’t want him on my team, and I know Larry feels the same way.”
She nodded. “I called him at eight this morning and told him I wanted to see him in here at ten.”
“Hopefully that will be early enough that he hasn’t started hitting the bottle,” George replied. He stood. “I’ll give the sheriff a call and take care of filing a report.”
“Thanks, George. You know I appreciate you.”
He flashed her a quick smile and then headed out the door.
Every day Allison thanked her lucky stars for her two foremen. George Carlson and Larry Smith had been loyal and good workers for her father, and she was grateful that when the weight of the business had fallen to her, they’d been there to counsel and guide her.
She slumped back in her chair. Anger surged through her as she thought of the vandalism on the job, but she knew the odds of Sheriff Bud Jeffries finding and arresting the culprits were minimal. Not only was Bud one of the laziest men in the entire town of Shadow Creek, he was also good buddies with the Billings brothers.
She’d only been in the office an hour and already she was exhausted. It didn’t help that she was functioning on too little sleep. Thoughts of Knox had kept her tossing and turning all night. Thoughts of Livia somehow discovering she had a grandson hadn’t helped. She had no idea how Livia might use that information, but she knew not to underestimate the wickedness of Livia Colton. Hopefully the woman stayed as far away from Shadow Creek as possible.
There had been a moment the night before when she thought Knox was going to kiss her. What had appalled her was the realization she had wanted him to.
It was as if no time had passed and she was still crazy for him. How many times did Knox Colton get to break her heart before she stopped wanting him?
She’d had no desire to be with a man for the past ten years. She’d been too busy taking care of her father, stepping up to run the business and being a single parent. There had been no time to even think about dating. Besides, she hadn’t wanted to bring any man into Cody’s life who might just be a temporary thing.
It galled her that Knox waltzed into town and within minutes of being around him all of her hormones came to life and raged out of control.
Damn his handsome hide. When he’d asked her if