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considered refusing, but if Joe wasn’t there, she couldn’t leave Grace with this beast of a man.

      “You’ll be without a dishwasher for a while, Julia,” he said while marching toward the door.

      “Stop,” Helen said, digging her heels into the black-and-white-tiled floor. “I need to get my purse.”

      “No, you don’t.”

      She refused to move, even though he pulled on her arm. “Yes, I do.”

      He let her go. “Fine. Get your purse.”

      She hurried across the room, into the little backroom where she’d cried her eyes out most of the afternoon.

      Julia was on her heels. “What were you thinking? Dropping a baby off at Jack’s door?”

      “I thought it was Joe’s door. He’s Grace’s father. I promised her mother, Vera, on her deathbed that I would bring Grace to him.”

      “So the baby isn’t yours?”

      “No, she’s not mine. I wouldn’t drop my baby off with some stranger.” Guilt struck her hard and fast. She shouldn’t have dropped Grace off, either. Disgraced by her own actions, she dropped her head. “I didn’t have a choice.”

      “It’ll be all right,” Julia said, rubbing her arm. “You can come back here. Our deal still stands, a job for room and board, for both you and the baby.”

      Helen didn’t know what to say, other than, “Thank you.”

      “Jack is Joe’s brother. The good son. He’s just upset right now. Joe was blackballed from Hollywood over two years ago, and Jack is still cleaning up the messes his brother left behind when he hightailed it out of the state.” Julia shook her head again. “Looks like Joe left him with another one.”

      Helen’s heart dropped. “Joe isn’t even in California?”

      “No, he left two years ago, and hasn’t been back.”

      “Oh, dear.” Helen took off her glasses and wiped at her stinging eyes. Vera had never mentioned that Joe had a brother. She only ever talked about Joe, and how he was coming back. Coming back for her and the baby. Someday.

      Perhaps she should have listened to Mr. Amery when he said going to California was a bad idea. That there was no telling what could happen to her and Grace, on the way or once they got here. He’d been kind to Helen after the deaths of her family, giving her a job at his grocery and renting out the apartment above the store to her, and though he’d been a bit begrudging at first, he had let Vera move in as well. Despite all, he’d been very good to both Vera and Grace upon the birth of the baby.

      What would happen now? If Joe wasn’t in California, what would she do with Grace?

      She had to go get her, that was a given.

      “I’ll be back,” she told Julia while picking up her purse. “Thank you, again.”

      Jack was still in the kitchen, pacing near the door. He stopped and stared at her as she left the back room.

      “Are you ready now?”

      “Yes.” In the three months since Grace had been born, they’d never been apart, and excitement at seeing the baby, holding her, increased the speed of Helen’s footsteps. “I’m ready.”

      “Let’s go.” Jack pulled open the kitchen door and held it as she crossed over the threshold.

      All eyes seemed to land on them, and followed her and Jack as he grasped her elbow and led her through the restaurant toward the door. It was more than uncomfortable, it was unnerving, and, as if she needed an extra reminder, it reinforced exactly why she’d brought Grace to California. She couldn’t be seen. She couldn’t be dragged back to the life she’d been running from ever since that awful night. Her parents and brother had died in the raid at the restaurant, but she hadn’t. She and Karen had run down the hallway, along with a crowd of others, and down to the basement where they raced through a maze of tunnels that had brought them outside in an alley, blocks away from the restaurant.

      Her uncle hadn’t died either, and upon discovering that she was staying with Karen, had sent men to collect her. Despite Karen’s warnings that there was no escaping the family, Helen had run again. She hadn’t wanted that life before the raid, and certainly didn’t afterward. The violence had only grown after the raid that night. There were shoot-outs in all sections of the city, at all times of the day and night. So many that the newspapers, which she read every night after stocking shelves and scrubbing the floors at the grocery store, couldn’t keep up.

      Thankfully, her uncle hadn’t found her, but it was only a matter of time. She knew that deep inside and that was the reason she’d brought Grace to California. She’d been saving every penny to eventually get away from Chicago, but Grace was the catalyst that made it even more necessary. She’d had to get the baby away from the dangers of being anywhere near her.

      Her heart sank. She still had to do that.

      She had no reason to believe that someone hadn’t recognized her or seen her as she’d left Chicago. The possibility of that was real. She’d learned a lot during the past two years and knew the Outfit had eyes and ears everywhere. They’d bought off most every police precinct in Chicago, and she knew it was pure luck that she hadn’t already been found and taken back to her uncle.

      Karen had said there was only one way to get out of their family and that it included a grave.

      The walk across that dining room, with all eyes on her, seemed like the longest one of her life. She had to let out a sigh once it ended, but stepping into the open air wasn’t any better. She’d felt safe enough on the train, had sat way in the back and kept her head down; but here, she was in the open. The wide open.

      The traffic was minimal and it was hard for her not to run across the street.

      When they arrived at the other side, the woman she’d handed Grace to earlier opened the door.

      “The baby’s is sleeping,” she said. “I put her on the couch in your office.”

      Helen’s heart skipped a beat. Grace hadn’t rolled over yet, but could at any time, and fall off the sofa.

      “Thank you, Miss Hobbs.” Jack held the door for her to walk out. “Good night.”

      “Good night,” the woman said, shooting out the door.

      “Where is your office?” Helen asked. “I need to check on Grace.”

      He pointed at a door across the room. Helen hurried in that direction and then down a long hallway to an open door on the left.

      Relief filled her as she entered the room and saw Grace sleeping on the sofa. There was a blanket rolled up beside her, so if she had rolled over, she wouldn’t have fallen off. Helen walked closer and laid a hand on the baby. It felt so good to touch her again. To see her. Being parted from her had been horrific—more than she could have ever expected.

      Jack was in the doorway, staring at her. Helen’s throat thickened. No matter how much she’d missed Grace today, how much she loved her, she still had to do the right thing. Find Joe McCarney.

      “She’s sleeping.” Helen had no idea why she said that aloud.

      “I see that,” he said.

      She nodded and then closed her eyes, willing for whatever strength there was inside her to reveal itself.

      * * *

      Jack experienced a bout of anger like never before. Not at her. At Joe. If this was Joe’s baby... What? What could he do about it? He didn’t have a clue as to where his brother might be.

      He didn’t even know this woman’s name. Wasn’t sure he wanted to know. But, beneath her drab clothing, he saw how pretty she was, and that beauty would have attracted Joe’s attention.

      His

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