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“Then where do we go from here? I’m only in town a few months.”

What the hell!?

If she’d known that she would have just kept her distance. He made it sound like he was relocating here.

“Then what? Back to Atlanta?”

“I just needed a break from everything,” Shane said. “My kids are turning against me. Morgan is going to take me for everything. She believes it wasn’t just once.”

“I’m sure she does.”

“She had no proof though.”

“Until now,” she said, nodding her head. It was all coming together. “That’s it, isn’t it?”

“I want to meet Micah.”

And the sickness she’d been battling rose into her throat and threatened to spew across the table.

But she knew this was going to happen, even if she hoped it wouldn’t.

“We can do that, but it has to be here. Or if you get an attorney, their office.”

“Don’t be that way,” Shane threw out. “I’m not going to hurt you or him.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know any of that.”

Just like she wasn’t letting Shane take Micah for any time without her around. His attorney would have to fight for that once she got enough information on him. And him living in another state would prevent it unless Shane traveled.

Shane pushed back from the table. “I’ll be in touch tomorrow. Let me know a time I can meetmyson.” Then he stormed out, leaving her sitting here shaken and confused.

“How did it go?” Madeline asked, coming back in.

“He wants to meet Micah, but he never really asked about him. I had to ask him if he wanted to know about Micah. His name, anything. It’s all about how this is going to mess up his divorce. His wife has suspected more than one affair, but had no proof.”

“And now she’ll have it,” Madeline said.

“Yes. I get it. It’s a shock to him. He’s trying to get a handle on it all and I’m trying to understand that. But this isn’t the person I thought I was falling in love with.”

“We don’t know someone well until they are cornered,” Madeline said. “I’ve worked enough divorce cases to see the claws brought out over petty stuff.”

“I bet,” she said. “He said he’d be in contact tomorrow to get a time to meet Micah. I told him it had to be here or at his attorney’s office. If he gets one.”

“I’m sure he will,” Madeline said. “Beth can give you times where we can arrange for the meeting here.”

“Thanks,” she said, standing. “I appreciate it.”

“Don’t thank me,” Madeline said. “I’m doing my job.”

One that was going to cost her more than she could afford, but it wasn’t anyone’s problem but her own.

She stopped at the daycare to pick up Micah, then went home and went through her daily routine.

“Meatballs,” Micah said. “And pasta.”

She’d made it two days ago and had some leftover to warm up with a few other things.

“If that is what you want, that is what you’ll get,” she said, plastering a smile on her face.