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Seventy three: Not nothing
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Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Seventy seven: unwanted company
DAMIENAlan called at half past ten on a Tuesday morning.Not the burner. His personal line, the number I’d had for twelve years, and it rarely. I looked at the screen for two rings before I picked up.“Alan.”“Damien.” The familiar performance warmth, always present, always slightly too polished. “I’m calling as a courtesy.”“About what?”“Well.” A pause with something in it. “It appears our children have been spending time together.”I set down the document I was holding. “What?”“Your ward and my son,” Alan said, definitely enjoying this more than he was letting on. “They were here yesterday. They stayed the night. Elaine fed them twice, which you know is her highest form of approval.” Another pause. “I suppose that makes us something like family, Damien.”The word family coming from Alan Voss’s mouth had never once in twelve years sat comfortably.“Shane and Seraphina are colleagues,” I said.“Of course,” Alan said pleasantly. “That’s why they were sharing breakfast with my wife
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Seventy six: My father
SERAPHINAI woke up before Shane.The room was grey, bathed in early morning light, the curtains thick enough to keep most of it out but not all of it. I lay still for a moment doing the inventory of where I was and how I’d gotten there and what the morning was going to require of me.Shane’s arm was still loosely across my waist. His breathing was slow and even and he was facing away from me, which made the whole thing considerably less complicated to navigate.I eased out from under his arm carefully and sat on the edge of the bed.The burner phone was still on the desk, dead and waiting to be touched. I had a series of nightmares concerning it, that I found something I wasn’t supposed to and it made me spiral.A shiver skated down my spine. Shane stirred behind me. I heard him take a slightly different breath, the one that meant waking up, and then a pause which meant he was doing his own version of the inventory.“Morning,” he said. His voice was rough with sleep.“Morning.” I t
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Seventy five: Trauma
SERAPHINAShane’s wardrobe was way too organized. All neat rows with everything folded and colors grouped loosely together.A total contrast to the unicorn vomit that mine was back home. He pulled out a shirt and a pair of shorts and held them out without making it a thing.“They’ll be enormous on you,” he said.“Everything is enormous on me.” I took them. “Turn around.”He turned around immediately, no hesitation, and faced the corkboard above his desk with his hands in his pockets.I changed quickly, shrugging into the shirt that fell to mid-thigh and tying the shorts at the waist to keep them from falling entirely. I caught myself in the mirror on the wardrobe door and looked approximately like someone wearing a tent.“Okay,” I said.He turned back and looked at me and something flickered in his eyes briefly before he organized his expression.“Don’t say anything,” I said.“I wasn’t going to say anything.”“You were organizing your face.”“My face is perfectly still.”“Your face is
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Seventy four: Rooming together
SERAPHINA“We really should get going,” Shane said.Elaine looked at him with complete refusal, which had probably worked on him since he was three years old.“You just arrived,” she said.“We have things—”“You have things tomorrow,” she said. “Tonight you have dinner.” She looked at me with an expression that was warm and certain and left very little room. “You’ll stay. Both of you. I’ve already started something and it takes two hours and I am not making it for one person.”“Mum—”“Shane Edward Voss.”Teddy and Edward. I stored both of them carefully. He was not gonna live this down. Shane looked at me, sighing exasperatedly. We both knew we had run out of options. My gaze flitted to Elaine. She had flour on her sleeve from something she’d been doing before we appeared and her eyes were bright. The kitchen also smelled extraordinary and there was something in the quality of her welcome that I recognized.My mother used to stand in a kitchen exactly like that. Definitely not this
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Seventy three: Not nothing
CHAPTER SIXTY NINESERAPHINAShane’s mother’s name was Elaine and within four minutes of meeting her, I understood completely how Shane had turned out the way he had.She had the same directness, the same unhurried warmth, the same quality of making whoever she was talking to feel like the most interesting person in the room without any apparent effort. She was small and fair, and moved through the enormous house like it was a cottage, completely at ease, touching things as she passed them, straightening a frame here, picking up a cup there - the unconscious movements of someone who had made a large space genuinely hers.She took my hands when Shane introduced me and looked at my face properly, the way people rarely did on a first meeting.“Seraphina,” she said, like she was testing the weight of it. “That’s a beautiful name. Come in, come in, you must be hungry, the drive from Wolfe pack is at least three hours—”“Two and a half,” Shane said.“You were speeding,” she said, without l
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Seventy two: Girlfriend
SERAPHINAShane’s face went through several things in quick succession.Confusion first as though he was hoping he misheard, then resignation, which arrived faster than either of the others because Shane was, at his core, a practical person.“You want me to break into my father’s safe,” he said.“We want you to access information that is technically your family’s information,” Nadia said, presenting a reasonable reframe.“That’s the same thing.”“It really isn’t.”“Nadia.”“Shane.”He looked at me. “You couldn’t just ask Damien?”“I tried that,” I said. “It didn’t go well.”He looked at the ceiling briefly. We were in the break room at the academy, the kids gone for the afternoon, Clarissa somewhere in the east wing doing whatever Clarissa did when the day wound down. The three of us had the space to ourselves and the kind of quiet that meant a conversation could go anywhere.“Everything I’ve told you,” I said. “About my father, the missing file, and the attack on the patrol.” I hel
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