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to read. Then he shrugged and slid her a half smile. “Sure.”

      Had her request surprised him? Bothered him? She wasn’t sure, but something told her he was merely being polite for her son’s sake.

      For their son’s sake.

      Her secret had become his secret, and she hoped he would honor it until she deemed the time was right to reveal it.

      “If you’ll excuse me,” she said. “I’ll get my purse.”

      Moments later, they all climbed into his Tahoe and started down the road. Bobby sat in the middle of the spacious backseat, as eager and excited as Kristin had ever seen him.

      How strange, she thought. To be riding down the street in Joe’s SUV. Like a family on the way to the amusement park. Or to the movie theater, the mall or the beach.

      It seemed so right yet, at the same time, surreal.

      Kristin found it difficult not to glance across the seat at the tall, rugged man behind the wheel. Impossible to ignore his square chin, the quirk of his smile, the glimmer in his gold-flecked eyes.

      Even when she looked straight ahead, she couldn’t help but relish the smell within the cab of his vehicle, a combination of new car and Joe’s light, musky aftershave.

      But Kristin wasn’t the only one having trouble keeping her eyes to herself. Joe kept glancing at Bobby, at his hair, his face. The little hands that rested upon small knees.

      Was he taking inventory? Checking the Davenport contribution to the boy?

      Kristin found Joe’s interest heartwarming, but at the same time scary. She’d never had to share Bobby before and she refused to consider the thought of cross-country visitation. It was more than a mom could handle at this point.

      When they reached the station, Joe parked in back, next to a white Jeep Wrangler and a blue Ford Explorer. “We’re here.”

      “All right!” Bobby’s enthusiasm was hard to ignore.

      And so was her own nervous excitement. She hadn’t been to visit Joe’s home away from home in years.

      Joe watched Kristin and Bobby climb from the Tahoe. He’d intended to spend time with his son alone, and Kristin’s request to join them had taken him by surprise. Didn’t she trust him to be alone with Bobby? They’d made a deal, and she ought to know he’d abide by it. For the time being, anyway.

      Of course, having her come along wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was kind of nice. Made him almost feel like part of a family.

      But if he knew what was good for him, he’d stop thinking about stuff like that.

      Things between him and Kristin had ended a long time ago, and he had no intention of resurrecting something destined to crash and burn. Especially with a woman who would choose her father over him every time.

      And Thomas Reynolds wasn’t just any man, any father. The hard-ass real estate tycoon had pulled a few political and financial favors and fought to thwart Harry’s efforts to gain leniency in Joe’s case. He’d argued that Bayside didn’t need another known juvenile delinquent back on city streets. Joe wasn’t so sure that Reynolds wasn’t just trying to get back at him personally, because the wealthy businessman hadn’t spoken in juvenile court since.

      Fortunately, the judge had seen the results of Harry’s involvement with other troubled young boys and ruled in Joe’s favor. But Joe had a feeling Reynolds had never gotten over the court’s decision.

      And Joe doubted he ever would.

      There wasn’t much the wealthy landowner did that Joe didn’t pay close attention to. And more than one Bayside citizen had crossed Thomas Reynolds, only to meet with financial ruin somewhere down the line. A coincidence? Joe didn’t think so.

      Shoving aside his resentment of Kristin’s father, he placed a hand on Bobby’s shoulder. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to my family.”

      The first fireman they met was Sam Henley, a five-year veteran on the squad. “Hey, Davenport. What’s up?”

      Joe gently squeezed his son’s small shoulder and addressed his friend and fellow firefighter. “I brought along a candidate for that Junior Fire Marshal position. His name is Bobby.”

      “It’s nice to meet you, son.” Sam extended a hand in an adult greeting that caused the boy to beam with pride. Then he cast an appreciative eye on the attractive woman at Joe’s side.

      “This is Kristin Reynolds,” Joe explained, “Bobby’s mother.”

      After pleasantries were made, Sam gave Bobby and his entourage a full tour of the station, the trucks and equipment.

      The guys Joe thought of as brothers kept glancing at him and Kristin with knowing looks. Joe could tell by the way they grinned at him—and winked when Kristin wasn’t looking—that they assumed his interest in the boy had more to do with the pretty mother.

      Maybe, to an extent, they had sensed something. Being this close to Kristin again was having an effect on him. And try as he might, he couldn’t seem to keep from gazing at her, appreciating the attractive woman at his side.

      She wore a turquoise silk blouse that set off the color of her eyes, made them glimmer and sparkle. The slinky material dressed up a simple pair of black jeans that hugged her hips. Kristin had always been attractive, but the years—or maybe motherhood—had done something to her. Made her blossom.

      As her shoulder brushed against him, he fought a natural urge to take her hand or to slip an arm around her and pull her close. To go back in time and take up where they left off.

      It was a stupid thought. What they had before had been special—but the situation had been hopeless. And now, eight years later, they’d both grown up. Changed more than either of them could probably guess. And if that weren’t reason enough to ditch the sappy urges, there were too many secrets between them. Too much pain. Too much reality.

      Kristin was destined for bigger things than a small-town life with an average Joe.

      No. His interest was in his son. And Joe looked forward to the day he could announce that relationship to the world.

      After the tour of the fire station, Joe took Kristin and Bobby to lunch at Burger Bob’s, a nearby hamburger joint with an indoor playground to attract kids and families.

      Bobby zipped off to play until their order was ready, while Kristin waited with Joe at a corner booth.

      It felt funny sitting across from her old teenage lover, waiting for a meal of cheeseburgers, fries and chocolate shakes—fare that had once been their favorite.

      And it felt even stranger to go out to eat with their son, something other families did on a routine basis.

      “Thanks for letting me take Bobby to the station,” Joe said.

      She smiled, remembering how much time Joe had spent with the fire department when he was a teen, how the firefighters became the family he didn’t have. She supposed it was a way for Joe to introduce his son to his world. And she was glad she was able to share the day. “Thanks for letting me tag along.”

      “You’re welcome.” He shrugged. “It was no big deal. Just a visit to the fire station. Kids like that sort of thing.”

      She suspected it was much more than that. Unless things had changed, the department was Joe’s life, his family, his home. And taking Bobby to meet his buddies and see the station was an attempt to share himself with his son. But Kristin didn’t comment.

      Nor did she mention the fact that he’d once shared his life at the station with her. And that she’d been honored when he had.

      She remembered how his eyes had lit up when he told her about the camaraderie he found with the firemen. In fact, his anecdotes had made the guys down at the station seem so real, so extra-special, that she’d really wanted to meet them herself.

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