Page 65 of Secret Baby for Mr. Grump

Sean whistled. “Sure thing, boss.”

I hung up and turned to look at Allie.

“Who was that?” she asked.

“Sean.”

“Your boss?” Her eyes widened in surprise. “You talk to your boss like that?”

Shit. I forgot about the little misunderstanding that still had to be cleared up.

But I didn’t have time to get into Sean and my relationship. Right now, I needed to get my family home and get to the bottom of who was leaving fucking threats on my vehicle.

Within minutes, a car was pulling into the parking lot, and I instantly knew it was the car Sean got for me because he hadn’t gone for the understated option at all.

The car was a Mercedes S-Class, and it swerved right in front of us before coming to a stop. I could practically feel Allie’s surprise as she looked at the car.

The chauffeur came out and handed me the key. “He said you would want to drive it yourself.”

“He’s damn right,” I said. I hated people driving me around. I only tolerated it in New York because the traffic gave me high blood pressure. I glanced at Allie, whose eyes were popping out of her skull, and said, “I’ll explain everything later.”

I opened the passenger’s door for her.

She nodded uncertainly and got in the car with Caleb while I went over to the driver’s side.

After I got in, I saw her eyeing the interior skeptically.

“This is a very nice car,” she commented as I set it to a low hum.

“I suppose,” I muttered. I was one of the rare men who weren’t really into cars. I liked trucks. They were more rugged and made me feel like I was driving a machine, not a pretty piece of plastic. “Sean is a bit of a show-off.”

“Sean being your boss….”

I didn’t want to lie, but now wasn’t the time to talk about it. “Sean is…a lot of things. Including a friend.” I found I could admit that easily. After the old man died, Sean was the closest thing to a friend I could remember having.

"Oh,” she said and seemed to accept the answer without much argument. And then she asked, “Who do you think wrote that on the car?”

“No clue,” I said. I wanted to say more, but not with Caleb in the car. When we got home, we would discuss it at length.

After we got home, Allie immediately took Caleb upstairs to get him into bed. Then, Sean called me once more to confirm that the car had been picked up and taken to the shop, where they could get fingerprints, if possible, and get the paint off. In addition, he told me that Darryl was making moves and meeting with some pretty sketchy people in New York.

“You still friends with that PI of yours?” I asked.

“Who? Con? Yes, I was just at his baby shower. Why?”

“Have him look into Darryl for real. Something tells me this has his shady fingerprints all over it. And it’s exactly the kind of bullshit that shifty bastard would do.”

“Roger,” he said and hung up.

Although the more I thought about it, I wasn’t so sure Darryl was involved. Why would he want to drive me out of town? If anything, it would be in his best interests for me to stay in town.

“Who was that?” Allie asked as she descended the stairs.

“Sean again,” I answered. “I need him to look into a business rival. He may be the person behind this.”

“May?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“I’m not sure,” I admitted.

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