Julian wrote back a few minutes later that Cresley was going to be released with a court date the following month on a misdemeanor assault charge.I’m calling in a friend in criminal law to help make it go away, and I’ve got Jackson requesting an RO to keep Beckett away from her and Ty.
Tell Jackson I’ve observed him following her and sitting outside Ty’s school and can testify to that if needed.I’ve got photos.Ty told me he’s seen him lurking at the school the last couple of weeks, but he didn’t want to tell his mom that.
Good to know.I’ll tell him.
I’ve got her car.When should I be there to get her?
Twenty minutes.
“She’s getting out of there in a few minutes,” he said to Ty.“Let’s go pick her up.”
Outside, he held the back door of the Lexus for Ty.“You need help?”
He gave Carson a withering look.“Please.I’mseven, not three.”
“’Scuse me for asking.”
“You’re excused, but only cuz you’re gonna give me surfing lessons.When can we do that?”
“That’s up to your mom.”
“She’ll say it has to be on the weekend because of school.”
“And because I actually work for a living during the week.”
“That, too,” Ty said with a cute little snort of laughter.
Carson never would’ve expected to enjoy spending an hour with a seven-year-old, but from what he could tell, this kid wasn’t your average seven-year-old.He was sharp, witty, observant and freaking cute.Carson was actually looking forward to teaching him how to surf—that was, if Cresley was cool with it.
And seeing her again wouldn’t be any hardship either.
He was still recovering from the impact of meeting her and finding out she was far more stunning in leggings and a T-shirt, her hair in a ponytail and not an ounce of makeup on her perfect face, than she was on the billboards around town that featured her in all her exquisite beauty.
If he’d had a type, Cresley Dane would be it.But he wasn’t interested in the kinds of things the mother of a young child would want, even if she and her young child were awesome.He’d loved the way she’d marched across the street and smacked that son of a bitch right across his smug, sanctimonious face.
That’d been hot as fuck.
He was waiting outside when she emerged from the cop shop with Julian and headed straight for the waiting vehicle.
When she got into the passenger seat, she immediately turned to check on Ty.“Are you okay?”she asked.
“I’m fine.How areyou?”
“All good.”
Carson put down the window to speak to his brother.“Julian, this is Ty Dane, coolest seven-year-old you’ll ever meet.Ty, this is my brother Julian.”
“Good to meet you, Ty.”
“You, too.Who’s older?”
“Him.”Carson used his thumb to point at Julian.“Can’t you tell just by looking at him?”
Julian slugged Carson in the shoulder, which made Ty cackle with laughter.
“Let’s get out of here before the press finds me,” Cresley said.
“I’ll be in touch,” Julian said to her.
