The Lawman's Baby. Patricia Johns
While you’re at work, I’ll take over, but when you’re home I expect you to be hands-on.”
“Okay,” he agreed.
“My stress leave is up in three weeks, so I’ll either be going back to work or tendering my resignation there,” she added.
“You’re thinking of quitting?” Mike asked in surprise, then he softened his tone. “Sorry, I just thought—”
“I have decisions of my own to make, is my point,” she said. “But maybe helping you with Benjie will get my feet wet again so that I can be sure of my choice.”
Mike saw Paige’s gaze flicker toward the chief, whose eyebrows were raised. Color rose in her cheeks. Obviously, this was news all around. But it shouldn’t matter to Mike. She was offering him three weeks of help, and he was grateful.
“Thanks,” he said. “I appreciate you being willing to give me a hand. All things considered.”
“You’re welcome.” Paige looked back in control again, her confidence in place. She was so petite, but she intimidated him a little. Maybe it was that he needed her help so much. He was more comfortable in the role of rescuer than...this.
“Take the day off,” the chief said, turning to Mike. “You can start fresh after you’re settled in.”
“Thanks, sir,” Mike replied. He looked down at Paige, feeling better already. Until he figured this out, he’d have some support from someone who knew what she was doing when it came to infants.
“If you’re willing to start now, we can head back to my place,” he said.
“Sounds good.” For the first time, she smiled, and he was struck by how it transformed her face. She went from pretty to stunning, and he turned his attention to the car seat instead. He was glad she was willing to give him a hand, but he’d have to stop noticing just how attractive she was if they were going to make this work.
He wasn’t sticking around Eagle’s Rest for long, anyway. This was a demotion, and everyone knew it. If he’d had a better relationship with the chief in Denver, Mike might have been able to pursue getting on to the SWAT team there, but things had gotten complicated between him and Chief Vernon. To say the least. If Mike stuck around Denver any longer, Chief Vernon would find some reason to write him up again, and his career as a cop might be over completely. Accepting this position in Eagle’s Rest was the smartest move under the circumstances.
SWAT was where Mike belonged, and he knew it. Not only was he built for the job—two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle—but he was also in peak physical shape and an excellent shot. But he was hungry for this position on more than a testosterone level. This was personal for him...atonement for past mistakes. He hadn’t always been this capable.
“Let’s get him back into the car seat,” Paige said, and for the next couple of minutes they got Benjie settled into the seat and buckled in. Paige tucked the blanket around him, and then stood back for Mike to pick it up.
“Thanks for the introduction, Chief,” Mike said, shaking the older man’s hand. “I’ll be back bright and early tomorrow morning.”
“Good luck.” Chief Simpson reached out and shook Paige’s hand. “To both of you.”
Mike and Paige headed out the door of his office and out into the bull pen. Paige glanced up at Mike, and he gave her a small smile. She was pretty, and she had a confidence about her that set his own frayed nerves at ease. They didn’t say anything else as they wound their way around desks and headed out of the station and into the chilly, autumn air.
“Let’s get him buckled into your car,” Paige said. “I’ll follow you back to your place.”
“Right. Sure.”
He’d gotten the car seat into his vehicle before, and it didn’t take him too long to get the car seat clicked into place now.
“I do appreciate this,” Mike said as he closed the door gently.
The wind ruffled Paige’s hair and she hunched her shoulders. “It’s no problem.”
“All the same...”
She smiled again. “Don’t thank me too soon. I’m a toughie. I’m going to make you do all this yourself, you know.”
“Probably for the best,” he said with a rueful smile. “So... My place is in the west end of town. You said you’ll follow me there?”
“I’ll be right behind you. I’m parked just over there.” She hooked a thumb toward a little blue hatchback, then raised her hand in a farewell and started off in that direction. He watched her for a moment, then heaved a sigh. He’d figure this out.
When Mike got into his cruiser, he glanced into the backseat. He couldn’t see into the car seat from that position, so he turned front again and sucked in a deep breath. He hadn’t slept since that phone call telling him about his nephew, and he hadn’t had a chance to process it all, either.
He started the car. Feeling any of this was just going to have to wait.
On the drive, Mike kept an eye on his rearview mirror, and Paige’s little blue car stayed steadily in the center of it. Eagle’s Rest was a small town in Colorado’s Rocky Mountains, and it didn’t take him long to get to his place and park out front. Paige parked beside him. Having her here to help him out did make him feel a bit better.
It was midmorning and the sun was shining despite the chilly wind. Mike got the car seat out of his car on his own. Benjie was covered up in that blanket that Paige had tucked around him, but even so, Mike hurried to unlock the front door, balancing the car seat in one hand as he fiddled with his key ring in the other.
The door swung open, and Mike gestured Paige in ahead of him.
“Here we are,” he said, casting a quick glance around the place. It looked like the bachelor pad it was. He had a couch—relatively new—a TV, a kitchen table that sat between the tiny kitchen and the living room. The master bedroom was down the hall, along with a second bedroom that was full of packed boxes. Where was the baby supposed to sleep? The thought only occurred to him now. He looked over at Paige in mild panic.
“What?” she asked.
“I only have one bedroom that isn’t full of boxes right now,” he said.
“I’m not staying the night,” she said wryly. “You’re doing night duty on your own.”
“No, I meant—” He smiled at her dry humor. “The baby. Where is he going to sleep?”
“He’s a newborn. He’ll be in your bedroom,” she replied.
“Yeah?” It wasn’t very big in there, either.
“I’ll suss up a bassinet for you and a couple other necessities. But he’ll sleep in your room so that when he cries, you can feed him more easily. It’s good for bonding, too.”
“Bonding.”
“He needs to know that there’s someone who will respond when he’s lonely, or when he’s hungry, or when he’s scared.”
“A mother,” he murmured.
“A parental figure,” she corrected him. “That’s you.”
“Yeah, right.” He was still getting used to that concept. He was going to be like a dad to this kid. For a while at least. It felt wrong, though. He was Benjie’s uncle. This was Jana’s child. Not his.
“Your sister...” Paige began, then winced. “Can I ask about her?”
Jana was out there somewhere—alone, for all he knew. She’d be recovering from childbirth, and he had no way to find her. At least not immediately.
“Why not?” Mike sighed. “The administrator at the hospital told me that she gave my name and said I was a local cop.