in his life. The past was past, and the important thing was that she’d finally found him. Now all she had left to do was work things out with Hank.
All? she silently repeated. What was she trying to do? Fool herself into believing that arriving at an agreement with him would be easy?
There was no point in that, especially not when something he’d said earlier was still lingering in her memory.
“Every day Robbie spends with you will be a day he isn’t spending with me,” he’d pointed out. “And I’m not happy about that.”
Of course, she could say the same thing. So arriving at a plan they could both live with was going to be tough.
“There,” Robbie said.
Focusing on the puzzle, she saw he’d put a couple of the pieces together.
“Good,” she said.
As she was reaching for the one that would fit next to them, Hank reappeared.
“I have Audrey on a flight that leaves in two hours,” he told her. “So I’m afraid we’ll have to cut this short. If the traffic around Newark’s bad, we could be tight for time.
“Let’s get some shoes on you,” he added to Robbie. “You can’t walk around an airport in just socks.”
Without even thinking before speaking, she said, “If it would be easier to leave him here, I’d be glad to stay with him.”
“No,” Hank said so sharply that Robbie’s gaze darted to him.
“I mean…thanks,” he added more gently. “But I like taking him places. Especially ones we don’t often go to.”
She nodded, telling herself not to let his initial reaction bother her. But it was hard to do when he so obviously didn’t trust her. He was afraid that if he left Robbie with her, he’d come back to discover they’d vanished.
“Crazy thinking,” she whispered under her breath.
Even if kidnapping was something she’d consider, which she wouldn’t, the man was a police detective. If she tried to make a run for it with Robbie, Hank would have their descriptions all over the country in no time flat.
Yet he figured she might try. And that made her wonder if he actually intended to ever let her be alone with her son.
Maybe he was only putting on an act, only pretending he’d be willing to agree to some sort of compromise. Maybe, right this minute, his lawyer was working on a way to simply get her out of the picture.
If that was it, if Hank Ballantyne was playing her for a fool, the sooner she talked to her lawyer again the better.
But how could she possibly know whether that was it or not?
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