Dangerous Relations. Carol Post J.
on the couch, Chloe in the woman’s lap. Addy occupied the love seat. All eyes went to Shelby, and conversation ceased. Whoever Addy’s guests were, they’d apparently parked in front or around the side of the building.
The woman spoke first. “You must be Mia’s sister.”
Shelby pushed the door shut with one hip. “I am. If you’ll give me a minute, I’ll be right with you.”
After plopping the bags on the kitchen counter, she fished through them and pulled out the perishables. Ice cream was her one guilty pleasure, and she wasn’t going to leave it melting on the counter.
When she’d finished with the cold items, she stopped at the hall tree next to the door and shed her coat, claiming the last of the four curved wooden hooks. Then she sat next to Addy and waited for someone to begin.
The woman wrapped one of Chloe’s hands in hers. “We’re Robert and Dorothy McConnell, Chloe’s grandparents.”
Shelby nodded. She’d expected as much. They both had that aura about them, the air that said their world spun on a different axis and only intersected with those of the common people when necessary. Robert McConnell’s suit obviously didn’t come from a discount store. Neither did his leather loafers. His wife was classic elegance in a charcoal pencil skirt and long-sleeved silk blouse. A Louis Vuitton handbag sat next to her.
Mrs. McConnell’s chin lifted, amplifying that air of superiority. “Chloe has spent a lot of time at our estate. She’s bonded with us. She has her own suite, a nanny, a complete wardrobe and every toy imaginable. She’ll go to the best private schools and have everything she could want or need. You could still come for visits when you can find the time.”
Shelby curled her fingers into her palms as fire flared inside. When you can find the time. They were looking down their proud noses at her, the same way Ryan had. In fact, Ryan had probably sent them to try to coerce her into giving his family, and ultimately him, custody.
It wouldn’t work.
“I’m going to raise Chloe. I spoke with a lawyer this morning who is preparing the paperwork.”
Mr. McConnell released a humorless laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous. What does a single woman with a diner to run want with raising someone else’s child?”
“That child is my niece.”
Mrs. McConnell pulled Chloe against her. “And she’s our grandchild.”
“Why would you want to be tied down with a little one at your ages?” Shelby had no idea what those ages might be. Ryan’s dad had a little bit of middle-age spread but was still in decent shape. Based on the fine wrinkles around his eyes and mouth and the amount of gray in his hair, she would put him in his early-to-mid sixties.
His mom’s age was anybody’s guess. Smooth skin stretched taut over high cheekbones. Every trace of frown lines and crow’s-feet had been erased, likely before they’d had a chance to fully form. She’d had work done, probably more than once.
The woman straightened her spine, and her eyes flashed with indignation. “Because we love her and want what’s best for her.”
“What’s best for children doesn’t always involve money.” She’d already had this conversation with Ryan. Since he’d likely relayed every detail, there was no need to rehash it.
Mr. McConnell pushed himself to his feet. Now standing, he towered over her. “You’re going to regret this.”
His words had a hard edge. His gaze held the same haughtiness his wife’s had. But there was something else, something cold and cruel. A chill passed through her.
She straightened her shoulders and stood. If she was going to let Ryan or his father intimidate her, she should just hand over Chloe now. “Are you threatening me?”
He stepped closer, and she willed her feet to remain planted. He had her five-foot-seven height beat by a good six inches. But it wasn’t his size that made her long to retreat. His presence filled the room, and power radiated from him, brutal and deadly.
His eyes narrowed. “Just giving sound advice. Don’t engage in battles you can’t win.”
“I’m Chloe’s aunt. Your son’s name isn’t even on the birth certificate.” She hadn’t seen it, but she’d discussed it with Addy last night. Apparently, it was tucked into the folder of important papers in the bottom of Mia’s two-drawer file cabinet.
“Doesn’t matter.” Confidence underlined the words. “A simple paternity test will show that she’s our granddaughter.”
“I don’t need a paternity test to prove she’s my niece.”
“You don’t. But I doubt you have deep enough pockets to go up against one of the most powerful families in Seattle. You’ll have every bit of the equity in this little diner encumbered before you get to first base.”
“We’ll see.”
His gaze shifted to his wife. “Come on, Dorothy, let’s go.”
As she handed Chloe to Addy, Mrs. McConnell pressed her lips together, her jaw tight. Was it determination? Or did she disapprove of her husband’s strong-arm tactics?
Ryan’s father dragged her to her feet, then stalked toward the door, pulling her with him. His gait held more purpose than anger. After grabbing their coats and ushering his wife through the open door, he cast Shelby a final glance. “You’re willing to risk your diner. What about your life?”
Moments later, the door shut with a solid thud. Shelby rushed forward to throw the dead bolt, then stood with both hands on the wall, calming her churning thoughts.
“You did the right thing.”
Shelby spun and lifted a hand to her chest, her heart pounding beneath her palm. Addy stood in front of her, still holding Chloe. Shelby hadn’t heard her rise, let alone cross the room.
Addy’s gaze dipped. “You’re shaking.”
Yeah, she was shaking. She’d had her life threatened twice over the course of twenty-four hours. But fear wasn’t all she had tumbling through her. If she never saw a McConnell again, life would be good. When Ryan had been unable to use his relationship with Chloe to sway her, he’d sent his parents to play the wealth card, then make threats.
She dropped her hand and moved into the kitchen. She had groceries to put away. And dinner to make. Maybe she’d have a bowl of ice cream, enough to cool the fire still simmering inside.
After putting away the groceries, she skipped the ice cream and started dinner. In the next room, Addy read one of the children’s books they’d brought from Mia’s last night, her low voice a backdrop to the sounds of meal preparation. Shelby was half finished when a soft knock sounded on the door.
Ryan. She’d said he could come. That was before he’d gotten his parents involved. Now she had no problem with sending him back home.
As she stepped from the kitchen, Addy was watching her, eyes filled with questions.
“Ryan called me while I was at Safeway.”
Addy furrowed her brow. “You’re not letting him in, are you?”
“Absolutely not.”
When she swung open the door, Ryan stood on the landing, holding a small plush teddy bear and flashing her a smile warm enough to melt the polar ice caps.
It didn’t faze her. “Keep your gifts. As long as I’m alive, no McConnell is going to raise my niece.”
The smile fell from his face. A second later, she slammed the door with a boom that reverberated through the apartment.
Addy gave her a sharp nod. “Ryan’s a good-looking guy. He has a way with women. But you can’t trust him. The fact that he wants Chloe makes him our enemy.”
Shelby pursed