Having it all means risking everything...
By Deborah Garland
Release Date: October 23, 2018
Print ISBN- TBD
Once Edward came out of search and rescue mode, he had to think about next steps. A working fire meant a Fire Marshal had to be called out. Luckily it wasn’t too late in the evening and he would get there soon. The power and gas had to be cut off, and those representatives needed to come out as well. Plus, Julian was somewhere close by.
He turned to focus on where Heather might be with him. He looked down the block, and froze, catching the silhouette of a little boy. Bright red hair. Running. In the other fucking direction. “Jules!” he yelled and forgetting everything else, ran to chase down his son.
Where the hell was Heather?
Reality slammed into his thoughts, calming him down. This was Darling Cove. There were firemen and policemen everywhere. Nothing was going to happen to Julian. But where was he going?
Edward skidded to a stop when he figured it out.
Julian had reached the ambulance. From a distance, Edward saw her family part to let him through. Skye, who was sitting up, reached out her hands for him.
He picked up his speed and ignored the look of shock on all the Mallory faces as he burst past them. “Julian, what are you doing?”
“Making sure Casey’s okay, Daddy.” Julian stroked the Golden Retriever, which was on the gurney with Skye.
In a flash, Edward’s worlds collided. Heather. Casey. Skye. Casey was Skye’s dog.
“Oh, thank God.” Heather came up behind Edward, out of breath. “Julian, I told you Casey was fine.” Shaking, she pulled on Edward’s jacket, turning him around. “I’m so sorry. He just took off.” She sounded like she was ready to cry.
“It’s okay.” Edward touched her arm.
When he turned back, Skye was looking right at him. The moment slammed him as if he’d been hit by one of his fire trucks. He had to talk to her now. He took a step back, ready to bolt as he’d been doing for the past year, but a foot was blocking him. Greg.
Edward was trapped. He opened his mouth to speak, but Skye beat him to it.
“Edward, this is your son?” She held Julian’s hand.
Despite the humidity in the air, heat soared through his body when she said his name. “Yeah.” He tipped his helmet back, feeling the sweat on his forehead. The last time he checked his reflection, there was soot around his mouth and eyes. He probably looked like a wreck. “I’m sorry he bothered you.”
“He’s not bothering me at all.” She released a small cough and looked at Heather. “I didn’t realize you and Edward…”
“Oh no.” Heather put up her hands and waved away the allegation. “I rent an apartment in his house and I watch Julian from time to time.”
“I see.” Skye fluttered her eyelids and returned her gaze to Edward. She flicked her head back, like a thought had hit her in the face. She leaned forward and pulled at his jacket. With the slimy bottom fisted in her hand, she cried out, “Was that you? Did you save me?”
“Um.” He hated this part.
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