telling you she was pregnant and then taking off is unforgivable. We can sue her for that in civil court.”
That wasn’t going to happen, Matt thought grimly. Mostly because Jesse had told him she was pregnant—he just hadn’t believed her. Or rather he hadn’t believed the baby was his, which was about the same thing.
He didn’t want to think about the past. That was a different time and he was a different man now. More controlled and capable, not someone to be led by his emotions. He’d learned a damn hard lesson and he wouldn’t make those same mistakes again. Just because he was the kid’s father didn’t change the fact that she’d slept with someone else.
“I want her destroyed,” he said quietly. “Start with a thorough investigation. I want to know everything about the past five years. Where she’s lived, what she’s been doing, who she slept with, who she talked to. Everything. She used to sleep around, so that won’t have changed. There may be other things.”
Heath nodded. “We’ll find whatever there is and use it against her.”
It wasn’t going to be enough, Matt thought. He wanted more. He wanted her broken and bleeding. He wanted her to lose everything and know that he’d taken it. He wanted revenge.
“There are a dozen ways to make her life uncomfortable,” Heath continued. “Equal say in all decisions, getting an injunction so she can’t leave Seattle. The big one is to sue for custody.”
Take the boy from her. Matt considered the possibility. How she would react. “Do it,” he said.
Heath cleared his throat. “You realize that if you win, you get the kid.”
An abstract concept, he thought. “I’ll deal with that when it happens.” If he needed help, he would hire it. Nannies and boarding schools existed for a reason.
“Do it,” he repeated. “Draw up the papers to sue for custody, but don’t serve her until I tell you. I want to see how this is going to play out.”
There were options to be explored. He was patient. He didn’t have to rush in right away. He could wait and figure out the best way to play his hand. The best way to hurt her and the best way to win.
NICOLE HELD the front door open as Claire led both her children up the front walk. She greeted four-year-old Robby and two-year-old Mirabella before turning to her sister.
“You look perfectly rested,” Nicole grumbled as they embraced.
“You were, too, before the twins were born, and you will be again in a few months.” Claire smiled. “Actually, you’re looking pretty good.”
“I got some sleep yesterday afternoon while Eric was at a play date.”
“The twins are getting into a routine?”
“Sort of.”
Nicole waited until they were in the family room. Robby and Eric raced to the toy bin in the corner and began digging through the contents. Mirabella snuggled up next to her mom on the sofa. For once the twins were awake and not crying as they surveyed the world from identical baby seats.
Nicole sat in an oversized chair that faced the sofa and watched Claire as she spoke. “Jesse’s back.”
Claire smiled serenely, something she’d always done. It still made Nicole crazy. “Is she?”
“You’re not surprised.”
“She’d mentioned she was thinking of returning to Seattle for the summer.”
Nicole stiffened. If not for the five children in the room, she would have been on her feet and swearing, which Claire knew and probably counted on.
“You’ve been in touch with her,” Nicole said, working hard to keep the accusation out of her voice. This was so like Claire. All sweet and agreeable on the outside, but doing exactly what she wanted.
Claire sighed. “She’s my sister, too. A sister I never got a chance to know. You two had the fight, not me, and when she went away, I felt like I’d lost her all over again. So yes, I’ve been in touch with her. We e-mail every month or so. I didn’t think you’d want to know about it.”
What Nicole wanted was to scream, and maybe throw something. She resented the logic of what Claire had said and that Claire had known Jesse was all right while Nicole had wondered and worried. She ignored the voice that said she could have gotten in touch with Jesse just as easily. After all, Nicole had always known where her sister was.
“So she came to see you?” Claire asked.
“Yesterday.”
“Did you meet Gabe?”
“No. She brought pictures.” Photos that Nicole had looked at last night. “He looks a lot like her ex-boyfriend.” Nicole had seen that at once. She glared at Claire. “Don’t you say it.”
“Say what?”
“That who Gabe’s father is means something.”
Claire glanced at her daughter, then lowered her voice. “She was never involved with Drew.”
“How do you know?”
“She told me.”
Jesse had tried to tell Nicole, too, only she hadn’t wanted to hear it. Or maybe she just wasn’t ready to play that old game of trying to figure out the truth.
“I’ll never be sure,” Nicole said at last.
“Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith. She’s your sister. Doesn’t that mean something?”
It meant Jesse had the power to hurt her more than most people. Something she’d done time and time again.
“I believe her,” Claire said. “She’s a part of my family and I have to give her the benefit of the doubt.”
“I don’t,” Nicole said flatly. “She’s had too many chances already.”
“That was a long time ago.”
“I don’t believe she’s changed. She’s going to have to prove herself to me first.”
“Is there anything she can do to convince you or are you setting her up to fail?”
Nicole considered the question, then gave an honest answer. “I don’t know.”
JESSE PULLED THE BROWNIES from the oven and stared at the pan. They looked perfect, as did the other three batches she’d already made that morning, but maybe she would try again.
“Obsess much?” she muttered to herself, knowing that she couldn’t do any more than her best. Either Nicole would admit the brownies were fabulous, or she wouldn’t and there was very little Jesse could do to change the outcome.
Being rational and calm were still attributes she was working on and this seemed like a great opportunity to practice. Wasn’t it great how life was always teaching lessons?
She set the brownies on the cooling racks, then jumped when her cell phone rang. A quick check of the display showed her a 206 area code, which meant Seattle, and a number she didn’t recognize.
“Hello?”
“Jesse? It’s Matt. I’d like to meet my son.”
Her heart jumped into overdrive while her throat tightened. Just like that, she thought, trying not to panic. No preliminaries or idle conversation. Just right to the point.
“He would like that as well,” she said, hoping she sounded relaxed and at ease. She knew Matt’s office was in Bellevue and remembered a large McDonald’s close by, with a play area. Having fun stuff for Gabe to do would make the meeting more relaxed. At least that was the theory. “How do you feel about a burger and fries?”
“I’m not interested in lunch.”
Apparently