Protecting The Single Mom. Catherine Lanigan
at the main entrances to town. She was that pretty brunette he’d seen at the Indian Lake Deli from time to time with one of the deli owners, Olivia Melton, who’d just got engaged to Rafe Barzonni. Trent knew the four Barzonni brothers—Gabe, Rafe, Mica and Nate—as well as their mother, Gina, a recent widow, because they donated heavily to the policemen’s widows and orphans fund as well as the City Playground Fund, which Trent spearheaded. He’d even seen Cate with Sarah Bosworth, the wife of his workout buddy, Luke.
Luke was a former navy SEAL and, along with Scott Abbott, a journalist for the local newspaper and owner of the Book Stop and Coffee Shop; they all tested their skills at the shooting range south of town twice a month. Just yesterday morning, Trent had bumped into Cate at Cupcakes and Cappuccino, Maddie Barzonni’s café.
Trent swiped his face. So while he didn’t know Cate Sullivan personally, he definitely knew of her.
This was ludicrous. She seemed like a nice person. A sweet woman, always smiling and polite.
She was mixed up with one of the biggest drug dealers in the Midwest?
Trent stared at the email. The longer he was a cop, the more humanity shocked him. He’d thought he’d seen it all in Afghanistan.
But the thought that Cate Sullivan was part of Le Grande’s heroin trafficking gang—Trent’s heart grew weary with the idea. God help them all.
CATE WALKED INTO the living room during the baby shower for Liz and Gabe Barzonni in time to see her six-year-old son, Danny, holding Liz’s baby, Angelo Ezekiel. Sarah and Luke Bosworth’s children, Timmy and Annie, sat on either side of him. On the floor surrounding the kids was a sea of tissue, boxes and glittery gift bags that Liz and Gabe had clearly opened earlier. The children were oblivious to the mess or the pile of presents to the side of the sofa.
“Danny, be careful,” Cate said as she deposited a silver tray of petits fours on the linen-covered dining-room table. She’d never been to a couple’s shower like this. Nearly every light in Sarah’s house had been turned on, not to mention dozens of taper candles and votives flickering on the tables, mantel and along the windowsills. The house was so illuminated it could probably be seen from outer space, Cate thought. And everywhere laughter suffused the air with joy.
“I’m doing good, Mom!” Danny assured her, tilting the baby into the crook of his arm. He looked so grown-up and sure of himself at that moment, her little man. It seemed only a blink ago that Danny was a baby, and here he was already in kindergarten and making new friends.
Cate looked around. The entire Barzonni family was present, and not one of Cate’s girlfriends was missing. Mrs. Beabots, an elegant eighty-year-old wearing a black vintage Chanel suit with a half dozen ropes of pearls, gold links and colored gems, held court with the newly engaged Olivia Melton and Rafe Barzonni.
Luke walked through the room with an open bottle of sparkling wine. “Gabe’s vineyard is very proud of their first sparkling crop.” He smiled at Cate.
“Oh, Luke, wine isn’t a crop,” Cate joked.
“Why not?” He foisted a wounded look onto the bottle with its gold foil label.
“It’s a batch,” handsome, black-haired Gabe said, breezing through the clusters of guests with empty glasses and another bottle.
Luke winked at Cate. “You watch the kids for me? I have to help pour.”
“Sure.”
Cate had known Luke when he was married to his first wife, Jenny. She’d sold them their lovely bungalow house. She’d also resold it for him after Jenny died. It all seemed impossible to her that Jenny could be dead. And now, Luke was as happy—or happier—with Sarah, who’d been one of the first friends Cate had met in Indian Lake.
“Mom!” Danny called as he looked up from the sleeping baby. “Come here. Don’t you think Zeke is cute?”
“He is,” Cate replied, approaching to look at the baby. “Is his name Zeke? I thought it was Angelo. After his grandfather.”
“Oh, no,” Annie and Timmy chimed together.
“It’s definitely Zeke,” Annie stated.
“Definitely.” Danny and Timmy nodded.
“He’s got a lot of black hair.” Danny grinned proudly. “Like me.”
Gabe walked up, put his arm around Cate’s shoulder and said, “You get yours from your mother, Danny. Zeke’s hair is like mine. I’m told a baby’s hair can fall out and grow back another color.”
Danny’s blue eyes widened. “No way. Is that true, Mom?”
Cate nodded. “Actually, yes. When you were a baby, you were a towhead. Er, blond.”
Danny shook his head. “That’s just crazy. Why would I do that?”
Cate shrugged. “I don’t know. Must have been someone in the family.”
“Well,” Gabe said as he scooped up baby Zeke, “I have to take him to his momma.”
Cate was aware Danny appeared slightly reluctant to release the baby. “She probably needs to change him.”
“Yeah, I know,” Danny said. “Mom, when can we get a brother for me?”
Before Cate could answer, Annie chimed in. “Good luck with that,” she groaned. “We’ve been asking our mom that for months.”
“Yeah,” Timmy said. “She’s not listening to us at all.”
“But you guys have each other,” Danny replied. “I don’t have anybody to play with.”
“Sure you do. Sarah said you can come play with Timmy and Annie after school anytime you want.” Cate held out her hand. “C’mon, sweetheart, don’t you want a cupcake or a petit four?”
Timmy jumped off the sofa. “Maddie made them special for us! Let’s get Beau.”
Danny took his mother’s hand as Annie scrambled off the sofa as well and raced away. “Mom, do you think that’s a good idea letting the dog have cake?”
Cate stifled a laugh. “I think if Sarah says it’s okay, it’s fine. Just take one cupcake.”
Danny grinned. “Sure, Mom.”
Cate knew that mischievous look on her son’s face. He was up to something. “Only one treat. No cookie. No petits fours. Just the cupcake.”
“Aw, Mom!” Danny stomped away as if his shoes were lined with lead.
Sarah stood next to Cate. “He’s adorable, Cate. The kids love him to pieces, and they all play so well together. Honestly, anytime you have to show a house or do an open house, we’d love to have him stay with us.”
Cate felt her smile of gratitude bloom. “Sarah, you don’t know what this means. Ever since his regular babysitter moved, I’ve been in a quandary. He hates day care, because all the kids are younger than he is. He’s only six, but he thinks he’s fifteen. He’s growing up so fast.”
Sarah smiled wistfully. “I know what you mean. Annie is so much the young lady now, it scares me. Her piano playing is astounding and her voice... Last week she asked me if she could enter the Indiana Junior Miss Pageant.”
Cate’s jaw dropped. “For real?”
“Uh-huh. You know? I think she’d win.”
“But that’s...so much, er, notoriety. I mean her photo would be everywhere. She’d be on television,” Cate replied, trying to suppress a wave of niggling fear.
“Facebook. Twitter. Instagram. Oh, absolutely,” Sarah said.
“So