Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Wyatt turned to Ken in surprise. He hadn’t made the connection. “No fucking way. There were lawyers. She signed all her rights away. It was her idea.”
Fiona looked startled. “Zach’s mother?” she said as she walked closer to Thoreau. “She moved to Seattle, didn’t she?”
“She’s not his mother,” Wyatt growled, his throat feeling raw as he swallowed his desire to ask her why she’d lied to him. “She left him so she could be a big broadcast news star. She can’t have him back now. Is Zach still upstairs?”
“He’s safe, Wyatt” Noah said. “But I don’t want him hearing about any of this unless he has to. She wants custody?” he asked Ken with a tilt of his head. “Is that where you think this is going?”
Wyatt felt Fiona’s hand on his back, and he closed his eyes, accepting the comfort she offered, despite the situation.
“No one in this room is going to let that happen, Noah,” she said firmly.
“That’s right,” Tasha agreed, hands on her hips to show she meant business. “She thinks she knows everything? Let her try to take that sweet boy from his daddy and she’ll learn something new.”
“Why no emails or phone calls? And why bring us here?” Seamus asked, bewildered.
Ken grimaced. “Because your showing up here would be routine, a visit to a recovering family member. And you can spread the word to the rest of the Finns faster than we can without drawing attention. I’d rather not talk about this over the phone right now. There are things she’s asked a few off-duty cops and pub patrons… Topics that I made sure weren’t floating in the ether. I can’t figure out where or how she’s getting her information.”
Ken couldn’t figure it out?
“She’s got her own Tanaka?” Noah asked, mirroring Wyatt’s disbelief. “Great. Wonderful. What’s she got that everyone doesn’t already gossip about at the water cooler?”
“James, for one,” Brady answered.
“Isn’t he visiting his friend in Florida?” Rory looked around the room hesitantly. “Am I the only one who got a postcard?”
“He’s in Florida,” Brady assured him. “And he did originally go there to see about a friend.”
“Alex,” Tasha said quickly. “The first time he went there, William told Bronte that James was going to see a girl named Alex.”
Ken and Brady shared a speaking look.
“See what happens when you give up control of the phone tree?” Thoreau murmured near his ear, making him smile.
“Alex didn’t want to see him yet,” Ken started.
Brady shook his head. “No, I need to tell them.” He turned to Wyatt and Rory. “James has been in rehab for the last three months. We’re going down next week to stay with him for a few days after his release.”
As the room erupted in chaos, Noah lifted his head and met Wyatt’s gaze. Neither of them was surprised. They’d known something was wrong with James for a long time. Noah had even guessed it might be drug-related because of their brother’s time in vice.
Wyatt looked down at Fiona, whose expression was full of concern. For him?
“You okay?” he asked softly, looking down at her flat stomach in wonder. “Where did you go? I told you I’d be back later.”
“I’m here now,” she said. “And I need to tell you something.”
Brady let out a whistle that hurt his ears. “That’s enough. I’m sorry we didn’t tell you, but James specifically requested we wait for him to complete his program so he could work through his steps at his own pace.”
His voice broke at the end and Ken leaned against his side, offering his strength without a word. It didn’t escape Wyatt’s notice that Fiona and Thoreau were both beside him, doing the same thing.
“But since it’s out there now, we’ll give you the basics. After he was injured on duty several years ago, he was prescribed pain meds. He never stopped taking them. He said the pain never went away, even when he knew it should have. He realizes now it was the addiction. The rest is still private, but he’s fine. In fact, he’s saying he’s never felt more focused. And no one needs to start blaming themselves or feeling bad.”
Rory’s laugh sounded ragged enough that it set Wyatt in motion. He moved to wrap his arm around his brother’s shoulder as Rory spoke. “You can’t command us not to feel like shit about this, Brady. Not noticing your brother has an addiction is high on the list of things you’re allowed to blame yourself for.”
“Shit,” Seamus said, running his hand through his hair. “Dad’s going to want to be there First, he’s going to want to know why James wasn’t near his family, then he’s going to want to fly down.”
“Uncle Shawn needs to wait,” Brady said firmly. “We’ve got James covered at the moment. He’s requested it just be the two of us, and we don’t want to overwhelm him. But what we don’t know is how Zach’s mother knows about him. And what exactly she plans to do with that information.”