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โThank you. Iโll call her.โ
โMr. Logan.โ She clears her throat. โIโm not trying to dissuade you. Mr. Ainsworth-Porterโs threat is both actionable and vile, particularly against an unborn child. But if your relationship with Mrs. Porter has any, um, elements of the matter that brought you to Manchester a few years ago, you have to understand that the Surrey Police are going to dredge all of that upโin a way thatโs likely to be unpleasant for you. And if you end up in front of a judge to determine custody, itโs likely to come out there, too.โ
I tuck my phone into my shoulder so I can rub my hand over my face. โIโve thought about this. I understand the details of my relationship with Miranda will probably come out, and that it may make both the police and a judge unsympathetic. But I have to try. I canโt leave my daughter in the hands of man who threatened to kill her.โ
โI understand. In that case, I suggest you be up-front with Rona so she knows what sheโs getting into. I donโt think it will affect her decision to take the instruction, but sheโll be able to give you better advice if she knows everything from the beginning.โ
โOkay, I appreciate that. Thanks so much for all your help, and congratulations.โ
โCongratulations?โ
โFrom memory, you were a detective constable the last time we spoke. You made sergeant.โ
โAh, yes, I did. Thank you. Next time you find yourself in Manchester, pop in and say hello.โ
Pleased that I havenโt alienated her, I say my goodbyes. I check the time again and call the number sheโs given me for Rona Sutton, even though Iโm sure her office will be closed. I get the lawyerโs voicemail and leave a message.
Shutting off my phone, I stare at the black screen as though it can give me answers. Am I doing the right thing? Will involving the police make Colin think twice about hurting the baby, or will it just escalate him from threats to actual violence? I wish I knew the man better. Now, I never will. Involving the police will make an enemy of him. And do I even want custody of Mirandaโs baby? Iโve never felt any driving urge to have a family. Iโve been happy just being Uncle Logan. Even those futile, two a.m. dreams I nurtured of Miranda leaving Colin and choosing me never went beyond marriage. I canโt reconcile my lifestyle with having kids, although I know Ryan and some of my other club-brothers and sisters manage somehow.
My phone doesnโt give me any answers. I remind myself of Emilyโs warning not to get too far ahead of myself. The first step is to make sure the babyโs safe. The next step is to force Miranda to take a paternity test. Iโve started the ball rolling. Thatโs all I can do for now. Time to put all this shit aside and concentrate on the things I can do. And the first of those is to take a shower and shave for my little girl.
Chapter Ten Emily
Itโs been well over an hour since the security guard seized Loganโs bag. More than fifteen minutes since I heard his voice through the connecting door. More than five minutes since I heard the pattering of his shower.
Iโm trying hard to be patient. Not to be anxious. He told me everything would be fine. I trust my daddy. Iโve been productive while Iโve been waiting. After rinsing the entire Sahara out of my bathing suit, Iโve showered, shaved, and done the lotion ritual but skipped my backside again. When Daddy didnโt appear even after Iโd taken the time to dry my hair, I got busy on my laptop. Iโve caught up on my blog tour, researched free shared-calendar apps since it occurred to me it would be easier to keep a schedule if I had it on my phone, and written another scene of lust-soaked nobility. My highlander romance is shaping up faster than I deserve, given how little time Iโve spent on it since meeting Logan.
Itโs not that Iโve been sitting around, twiddling my thumbs. Itโs just that I really, really want to be with my daddy. Weโve had such a good day already and I want more. I know Iโm being greedy. I should be grateful that heโs given me so much attention. Heโs busy. He has a lot on his mind. I donโt want to add to his burdens by being too demanding.
But I want my daddy so much.
I square my shoulders and open a new document in my manuscript program. Before I started the highlander series, I wrote a couple of paranormal romances. Vampires, werewolves, and sidhe, oh my. It was a three-book contract, and although they sold pretty well, I ran out of inspiration before I even managed to outline a fourth book. That was right around the time I left Ash, and I didnโt have much interest in anything other than writing absolute bastard villains and killing them off in ever-more gruesome ways. That trope worked well for historical fiction, so I stuck with it. But playing with my Wolfy-Daddy these last few days, Iโve remembered how much fun werewolves can be.
Most werewolf books are set in forests, or cities if theyโre urban fantasy, but I have a vague recollection from my research that there are also desert wolves. After playing on the beach today, a desert seems like a fun setting for a werewolf romance. If I make my heroine an archaeologist, there could be mummies and vampires, too. The Mummy with Brendan Fraser is one of my favorite movies and his character is a bit of a daddy, so thatโs good inspiration. I start typing ideas and have banged out the roughest of outlines before Logan knocks on the connecting door and comes through.
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