Sealed with a Kiss (Ty & Hunter 2)

“I really need to get out of here,” Hunter said and turned to leave.

“Take this before you go,” Ty said.

Hunter swerved back and grabbed the paper his friend held out to him. “What is it?”

“The address of one General Frank Addams. He lives in Dentonville, Connecticut. I just figured I’d save you the cell minutes. You know damn well you’d have called me to find the man eventually,” Ty said helpfully.

His knowing grin really pissed Hunter off, mostly because he was right. At some point during this aggravating meeting, he’d decided to book the next flight from Albany to Connecticut and find out what was really going on in Molly’s life that had caused her to turn to him for help.

Lacey was right about something else, too. Not that he’d give her the satisfaction of admitting it. He had put Lacey and their shared past before his trust in Molly. Ty and Lacey were the only family he had, the only ones who cared enough to stand by him. He hadn’t been willing to risk that, even for Molly.

So, yeah, he owed her. But obligation wasn’t the only reason he’d go. Tonight Lacey and Ty had looked at him with the same disgusted expression he viewed in the mirror each morning. He was tired of it.

Hunter was finished sleeping with women he didn’t give a shit about, and he was done drinking himself into a stupor only to wake up with the mother of all hangovers. He’d worked too hard to achieve success only to throw it all away now.

To prove it, he’d help Molly without getting sucked in again. He’d show himself he was over her once and for all by winning her father’s case, and then moving on without looking back.

CHAPTER THREE

FIRST THING MONDAY morning, Molly visited her father. She sat across a metal table from him, and looked him over, searching for changes though she knew there’d be none. A few nights in jail wouldn’t affect her strong, controlled parent and she admired his strength. His salt-and-pepper hair, cropped army-regulation short out of habit, looked too right with his orange jumpsuit. But he didn’t belong here and she would prove it.

“How are you?” Having been warned there must be no contact, she kept her hands folded on the tabletop.

“I’m fine. I promise. How are you?”

“Fine.” She squeezed her hands tighter.

“The rest of the family? How are they all holding up?”

Molly smiled. “It took a lot of convincing, but Robin went back to school for the week and the commander’s telling anyone within earshot you’re being railroaded.”

He burst out laughing. “And Jessie?”

“I think this is hardest on her.” Molly sighed, her heart breaking for the teenager despite their rocky relationship. “She’d normally turn to Seth,” she said of Jessie’s best friend and their next-door neighbor.

Seth’s father was Paul Markham, the man the general had been accused of murdering. Frank and Paul had been army buddies. They’d been honorably discharged and eventually they’d become partners in a real-estate-development business. The families had been close; Seth, his father and his mother, Sonya, living next door.

“But Seth is dealing with his father’s death and I know Jessie feels alone, not that she’d admit it. Or come to me for anything,” Molly said.

“This shouldn’t be happening to any of us.” Her father maintained his ever-present control, but his body tensed in frustration.

Molly instinctively reached a hand to his and the guard behind them, who she’d been trying to ignore, cleared his throat as a reminder. She shot her father a regret-filled glance and snatched her hand back.

“We’ll figure this out,” she promised. She just didn’t know how. She wasn’t about to mention Hunter to him and get his hopes up when the likelihood of the lawyer helping them were less than slim. “Are you sleeping?” she asked instead, leaning closer to study his bloodshot eyes and the tension lines in his forehead.

He nodded. “I’m trained to sleep anywhere. I’m fine, ” he said again.

She believed him and yet she didn’t. He had to be worried sick about his fate.

“I just miss you all. Even the damn mouthy bird. I don’t want you making yourself crazy trying to fix this, or Robin losing focus at school. As for Jessie…” His voice trailed off. Nothing more needed to be said.

Molly swallowed hard. “I just wish I’d specialized in criminal law so I could do more.” She hated feeling useless, and her stomach had been in permanent knots since his arrest.

“You know, when you first showed up here, I couldn’t have been more shocked if I’d given birth myself and then forgotten all about it. When your mother got pregnant, I was a kid with a plan, making the army my career like my father had. She said she wanted to give the baby up for adoption. I thought it was for the best and signed the papers. I believed she’d do what she said and you’d have a happy life.” He frowned as he always did when her mother’s lies came up between them.

“Let’s not rehash this. It does nothing except upset us both.” Neither of them enjoyed discussing the times they’d missed out on as father and daughter.

“Humor me, would you? I’ve had nothing but time to think over the last few days.” He grinned, but he had that determined look in his eye she’d seen more than once in her grandmother’s—usually when she was in commander mode.

“Go on,” she said, indulging him.

“I’m not saying I never thought about the fact that I fathered a baby, but I knew I was too young to do anything about it. The army was going to be my family and I had nothing to give anyone, including your mother. Though you should know I did offer to marry her.”

Molly couldn’t help but smile at his inbred chivalry. They’d discussed so much about the past, but each time something new and interesting came to light. “Let me guess. She said no.”

He nodded. “Didn’t want to trap me, she said.”

“More like she didn’t want to trap herself,” Molly muttered in disgust.

As they’d figured out by putting the pieces together, Molly’s pregnant mother had taken off for California, met the wealthy man Molly had believed to be her father and passed the pregnancy and baby off as his. For Molly’s mother, Francie, it had been the first in a series of money-dictated marriages. Whether the pregnancy had been a mistake or part of a grander plan nobody knew for sure, but one thing was certain. Francie would never have hitched herself to a husband with only an army salary to his name.