“Not tonight. Andi’s been through enough.”
I nodded. “I’ll call down there and see if they can come out tomorrow. Doing it at home might be easier for them.”
“T?”
“Hm?”
“Do you think we did the wrong thing by not contacting them about the letters?” I asked, the mere suggestion a knife to my gut.
His attention went inward as he considered my words. I waited on pins and needles for what he would say. It wasn’t that I didn’t have my own thoughts, just that I valued his a little more. As I said before, he was our rock.
After a sip of the coffee, he shook his head. “No. I think drawing attention to it would have caused more panic. And if it got out to the press, it would have become a circus.”
“And inspired copycats.”
“Exactly.” He agreed.
“I still feel guilty,” I confessed.
Trent cupped the side of my face, scratching against my beard. “Because you’re a good father. But you didn’t do anything wrong.”
The compliment made me warm inside, and I pulled the coffee from his hand to help myself. He let me have it and went to the cupboard to rummage around. When he came back, it was with an entire pouch of cookies.
“She only asked for one.”
“And?”
I laughed. “You are wrapped around her tiny finger.” Shaking my head, I started back to the meeting, still drinking his coffee.
Coffee sloshed over the rim and splashed my hand when I was yanked back. I barely noticed the warm liquid stinging my skin because of the distracting body pressed against me and the hot whisper against my ear.
“Later, I want you wrapped around my dick.”
Desire slid down my spine, making me shiver.
“Dad! Where’s my cookie?” Andi hollered.
“Later,” he promised and pulled away to see to our daughter. Before I could join them, I had to reach into my jeans to adjust the rigid dick behind my fly.
6
Trent
Three months ago,we started getting letters.
Typed words on plain white paper in a standard envelope and mailed to our house.
There was a woman out there claiming to be Travis and Andi’s mother. At first, she tried thewoe-is-meapproach, claiming her kids were taken unfairly because she got into trouble and, when she was out, they were lost in the system.
According to her, she searched for them for years and only found them when she saw a photo of Andi in some tabloid—anunauthorizedphoto, I might add. I will also add that this was exactly why you don’t take pictures of kids. Fucking vultures.
We ignored the first letter. And the second.
The third was more desperate in tone, begging us to let her see her children and claiming it wasn’t fair that we were keeping her away.
We ignored that one too, hoping she’d get bored and stop.
The fourth letter demanded money. She wanted half a million, or she was going to the press to tell everyone we took her kids.
