The Billionaire's Son. Sharon Hartley
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understand divorce, the accident or Darlene’s death, and right now was crazy mixed-up. He needed time and more therapy to get his memory straight.
Jenkins eyed him suspiciously, probably wondering what he’d done to make the kid act so hostile toward him. God, she likely thought he was some kind of monster. He tried to smile at her reassuringly, but she only narrowed her eyes.
His son had certainly picked the right stranger to help him, and he got why Jason had latched on to her. Definitely pretty, though rough around the edges. Blond hair, blue eyes, tall, slender, all the same as Darlene. When she couldn’t get pharmaceuticals, Darlene used running to control her weight and often took Jason with her in a special stroller. Likely the physical resemblance and the jogging had gotten his son all twisted up. What his daddy needed to do was untwist him without causing more damage.
He needed to get Jason home. If his son fell asleep in his own bed, maybe when he woke up in familiar surroundings he’d be grounded in reality again. Dr. Carico could resume regular therapy. Obviously, they’d cut back on treatment too soon.
The immediate problem was getting him to let go of the female cop. Trey knew he should be grateful to Kelly Jenkins, but couldn’t help but resent the way Jason clung to her. He wished his son would just once demonstrate the same sort of affection toward him. Not likely. Well, no way was he or anybody else wrenching his son away from her. Whatever the reason, this woman made Jason feel safe, and he had to respect that no matter how much it rankled.
How much would it take to convince her to accompany them back to the villa? Probably not much. Cops were notoriously underpaid.
“Listen, Officer Jenkins, I was wondering if you—”
Ballard swept into the room with his entourage and handed his phone to Jenkins. “Your commanding officer wants to speak to you.”
Jenkins held the phone to her ear away from Jason and shifted his son higher on her lap. Trey felt a twinge of sympathy. He knew how heavy a four-year old could get.
“Yes, sir?” she said. “That’s correct, sir. Of course, sir.” After several nods she said, “Thank you, sir,” and handed the phone back to Ballard.
“Are we good?” Ballard said into the phone. “Right. You’ll have my report as soon as it’s completed. Right. Thanks for the cooperation.”
“You’re square?” Ballard asked Jenkins.
“Released from duty for the day thanks to you,” Jenkins said. “But I’m going in as soon as we’re done here. He’s pissed, and I don’t want to be in his shitcan.”
Trey winced at her choice of words.
“Maybe you should take the day,” Ballard suggested.
“Can’t do that,” Jenkins said. “So what now, Mr. Wentworth?”
Jenkins shifted her gaze to Trey, eyebrows raised.
“How would you like a hot shower and some hot food?” Trey asked.
“A hot shower sounds like heaven on earth, but what about your son?”
“Look,” Trey said. “Obviously my son is confused because of the abduction. Forcing him away from you right now will only upset him further, agreed?”
She glanced down at Jason and shrugged. “Yeah, that seems to be the situation.”
“Come with us back to our home. Jason will likely fall asleep on the ride. I can put him to bed, you can have that hot shower, something to eat, and I’ll see that you get home.”
Jenkins shook her head. “Sorry, Mr. Wentworth, but I’m a rookie. My lieutenant isn’t happy, and missing a shift won’t look good on my record.”
“Of course I’ll compensate you for your time. What about a thousand dollars?”
Her startlingly blue eyes widened again. “A thousand dollars?”
“Two? I’m not sure what’s appropriate for your daily wages.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“I assure you I’m not. In fact, since we still have the ransom money, I can give you cash right now.”
She stared at him for a long moment. So long he was tempted to look away.
“You don’t have to pay me,” she said finally, a disgusted note in her voice.
He’d insulted her. He hadn’t given the offer much thought, but the woman had saved his son’s life. Of course he’d have to reward her somehow.
“Please,” Trey said. “My son has been through a great deal of turmoil in the last year. All I’m asking is you help me get him home where he’ll feel safe without traumatizing him more.”
She nodded, her jaw set, as if she was about to be tortured. “Okay. Anything to get out of this meat locker.”
“Thank you,” Trey said. He turned to Ballard. “I assume we’re free to go.”
Ballard hesitated, but shrugged. “Yeah, okay. We’ll be in touch.”
“Oh, I just bet you will,” Trey said.
Trey caught a flash of annoyance in Ballard’s eyes, but the agent said, “We’ll find Jason’s kidnappers, Mr. Wentworth. You can count on it.”
“I’m not counting on anything,” Trey replied. “And I’m hiring my own security team to protect my son.”
“That’s your right,” Ballard said, and turned toward the female cop. “Officer Jenkins, I understand why Mr. Wentworth wants to get Jason settled first, but we need you to work with a sketch artist to get a likeness of the kidnappers. And you’ll need to look at a photo lineup to see if either of them has been arrested.”
“I’ll come back after my shift,” she said.
“Not good enough.” Ballard shook his head. “The sooner the better. You know that.”
“Shit,” she muttered.
“Please watch your language around Jason,” Trey said. The woman had a sewer mouth.
She rolled her eyes, but glanced at Jason whose arms remained locked around her neck. “Sorry.”
“What about if we send the artist to Wentworth Villa?” Ballard asked. “The quicker we get the sketch out to the public, the sooner we’ll apprehend Jason’s kidnappers. It’s possible they could leave the area.”
“Sure, whatever,” Trey said. “But right now we’re leaving.” He jerked open the door. “After you, Officer Jenkins.”
* * *
SHIT, SHIT, SHIT. Pissed—and thanks to the kid, she couldn’t even curse out loud—Kelly stomped through the open door, refusing to look at Wentworth. The jerk wasn’t the least appreciative of law enforcement’s efforts to help his son. He insulted her and the FBI at every opportunity. Typical.
She was glad to escape the arctic room, but the last thing she wanted to do was accompany this kid, who weighed a ton, and his arrogant father anywhere. How had this happened to her? She had an interesting assignment today paired with Sergeant Rudy McFadden, who could teach her a lot. She’d been looking forward to backing him up during patrol.
Instead she was on her way to a rich man’s home to do his bidding. She’d managed to remember a few details associated with the Wentworth name. Billionaires, snooty old money. Trey Wentworth, the playboy heir who spent all his time partying, had tried to throw some of that money at her. He thought he could buy her.
Yeah, sure, she agreed this course of action was the best thing for a kid who was beyond screwed up at this point. The abduction had obviously terrified him into fantasyland. And his mom was dead. Kelly patted his back. Poor little thing. How long had his mother been gone? Kelly knew only too well that it didn’t matter how