Breathless (Steel Brothers Saga #10)(32)

“Trust me. The Feds are always listening. I won’t speak of this over the phone.”

“Well, if they are listening, they now know you have information for me.”

No response.

Did this guy think I was stupid?

“This conversation is over,” I said, ending the call.

Yeah, hanging up was immature, but I had enough on my mind. First, the Feds had no reason to be watching me. I was not my father, and my father was dead and cremated. Second, the case was closed. All the masterminds behind it were dead, and the human-trafficking ring had been busted. The kids and women had been rescued and returned home.

The end.

The fucking end.

All that remained was the fallout for people like me.

“Fuck you,” I said aloud to my phone before stuffing it back into my pocket.

Then a knock on the door. I walked back toward my mother in the living room, just as she was opening the door.

“Marjorie! How nice to see you. Won’t you come in?”

“Thank you, Mrs. Simpson.” She entered.

“Please, it’s Evelyn. What can I do for you?”

“I was in town, so I wanted to stop by and see how you all are doing.”

“We’re taking it one day at a time, as I’m sure you are as well.”

Marj nodded. “How is Bryce? And Henry?”

“Bryce is fine,” I said, entering the living room. “And Henry’s napping.”

Marj reddened a bit. “Hi there.”

“To what do we owe the pleasure?” I asked.

Shit. Really, Bryce? Did you really just say that? Since when do you speak like an aristocrat?

“Just in town going to the gym,” she said. “Thought I’d see how you, Henry, and your mom are doing.”

“We’re fine,” I said dryly.

“Would you like to see Henry?” Mom asked. “He should be awake by now, and he’s probably hungry.”

“I’d love that,” she said, “if you don’t mind.”

“Sure. Come on back to the nursery.”

Marj followed my mom down the small hallway as I looked around. Our humble abode was nothing compared to the sprawling Steel ranch house. Talon and Jade lived in the biggest house on the ranch, the one the Steels had grown up in. Joe had long since built his own home and didn’t want to move back into the main house. Ryan had lived in the guesthouse behind the main house—where I’d be moving if I accepted the offer—until he and Ruby married. They now lived in their own place on the ranch.

No, I wasn’t embarrassed about my home. Only embarrassed that, at thirty-eight years of age, I didn’t have my own.

I truly had nothing to offer Marjorie Steel, who was used to having everything. She was heiress to one quarter of the Steel fortune.

All the more reason not to have a relationship with her.

I could take the Steels’ offer, live in the guesthouse with Henry and my mom. I’d be damned close to Marjorie Steel, though.

Damn.

Damn.

Damn.

I walked toward Henry’s room.

“He’s gotten so big!” Marjorie squealed as my mother pulled a smiling Henry out of his crib. “And still such a good disposition too.”

“He’s the easiest baby in the world,” my mom said. “Bryce was a handful. He had colic and was always wailing. But this little guy”—she cooed—“none of that.”

For a reason unknown to me, I was slightly embarrassed when my mother told Marjorie I’d been a handful as a baby. Nearly four decades ago and certainly nothing I had any control over. Still, I warmed a bit in my cheeks.

Ridiculous. Get over yourself.

“Hi, sweetie,” Marj said to Henry. “Do you remember me? I took care of you a couple times.”

Henry rewarded her with a sloppy grin.

“Well, look at you!” Marj exclaimed. “You’ve got your top front teeth! You’re such a cutie!” She turned to my mother. “He’s so beautiful.”

“Looks a lot like Bryce at that age. Towheaded and those amazing blue eyes.” She sighed. “Just like Tom.”

Marjorie tensed a bit but didn’t say anything.

“Mom…” I began.

“There’s no denying it,” my mother said. “I don’t mean to make either of you uncomfortable, but Bryce, you look so much like your father did at your age. I have an old photo of Tom as a baby around here somewhere. Put his, Bryce’s, and Henry’s baby photos in a row, and you’d swear you’re looking at identical triplets born three generations in a row.”

“Genetics are amazing,” Marj said. “Just look at my dad and Joe. And Talon, for that matter, though Joe resembles my dad the most. We just found out Melanie is having a boy, so I wonder if the same thing will happen or if the baby will come out blond-haired and green-eyed like his mama.”

“A boy! Little boys are just the best, aren’t they, Henry?” my mom said, kissing Henry’s cheek. “How is Melanie doing?”

“She’s great. She’s had a nearly eventless pregnancy, which is amazing for her age.”

“Forty isn’t that old,” my mom said. “I’d love to see forty again.”

“I know, and Melanie looks ten years younger, but her doctors say that forty is old in the reproductive world. This may be her and Joe’s only chance for a biological child.”