The Sheriff's Pregnant Wife

“No. I realized too late, he was never really in my life,” she admitted. “It’s better this way. Look, I’ve got to go in.” She went for the door handle when he reached for her and stopped her. Somehow she ended up back against him.

Reed had never felt anything as natural as having Paige in his arms. “I’m sorry, Paige. Not because the guy’s gone from your life, but because he treated you so badly. You don’t deserve that.” His hand moved soothingly over her back. “It’s going to be all right, honey. Just let me hold you. Nothing more. No pressure…just lean on a friend.”

She finally released a trembling sigh and buried her face against his shirt. Her tough act broke his heart. No matter what had happened to end their relationship, it didn’t change the fact that he still cared about her.

“You’re better off without the guy…and so is the baby. How can I help?”

She pulled back and gave him a little smile. “Some things I have to do on my own, Reed.”

“And sometimes you have to rely on a friend.”

She looked unconvinced. “That kiss—”

“Won’t happen again—not unless you want it, too,” he told her. He straightened. “Look, Paige, I’m content with my job. I came back here to make a life, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy for me to deal with the past.” He saw her surprised look. “And yes, I’m still searching for clues about my father’s disappearance.”

“Reed, it was so long ago.”

“I can’t give up, Paige.” He studied her for a long time. “I need your help. You talked with Billy today.”

She nodded. “But…but he didn’t say much.”

Reed rested his arm on the steering wheel. “Look, Paige, Billy Hutchinson was the last person to see my father the night he disappeared. He also accused Mick of stealing from him. So whatever comes out of his mouth might have meant something.”

Paige nodded, then began to repeat everything she remembered Billy had said to her—that he’d thought all lawyers were crooks, and to stay away from all Larkins.

Even with his FBI training, it was hard for Reed to stay objective. “What else?”

Paige frowned. “Billy looked sad and said, ‘We can’t change the past. Can’t change a dang thing…what’s done is done.’” Paige studied Reed’s face. “His final words were, ‘I didn’t mean to. It was an accident.’”

“What was an accident?” Reed demanded.

“I asked him the same thing, and Billy just mumbled, ‘Mick.’ Then he just stared into space.”

“Damn, don’t you see Paige? Billy had something to do with Dad’s disappearance.”

During the following week, Paige was busy helping with wedding plans, but she had time to think about Reed, and their kiss.

It was a waste of time. She needed to think about her move…her career…her future. That was why she’d made an appointment with the Realtor about the storefront property.

Paige was doing another walk-through of the space, and she was growing more excited about starting up her own law practice.

“So the floors will be refinished and the walls painted by the end of next week,” Paige clarified in her best lawyer tone. “It’s imperative that I move in by the first of the month.”

“There shouldn’t be a problem, Paige.” Kaley Sims jotted down notes on her pad. “Lyle is anxious to have this property rented. He’ll agree to your requests.”