Read Cavanaugh’s Woman for Free Online

at the faces of his children. “Okay.” He clapped his hands together. “Let’s eat.”
    Shaw laughed and shook his head. Food was his father’s solution to almost any dilemma. He maintained that if you had a pleasantly full stomach, problems didn’t loom as large.
    Shaw had a feeling they were going to have to consume a mountain of food before this was all finally resolved to their satisfaction.

    The alarm went off.
    Reluctantly, Shaw rolled over on his side and stared at the blue digital numbers. It was early.
    He’d always been an early riser. This morning, however, he entertained the idea of succumbing to the unfamiliar desire to remain in bed a little longer. He wanted sleep to anesthetize him.
    Didn’t matter what he wanted. It didn’t work that way for him; it never had. Once he was awake, he was awake. And the next moment, like marauding soldiers, thoughts came crowding into his head.
    Thoughts of last night with his mother.
    It had been one strange evening. He felt as if he’d experienced it on two very different levels, both at the same time. Part of him had wanted to throw his arms around the delicate woman, to tell her how much he’d missed her, to tell her everything that had happened in the past fifteen years. The other part had stood off, afraid of getting hurt. Even so, he’d attempted to get to know this woman who hadn’t been a part of their lives for such a long time. She was both their mother and a stranger at the same time.
    It was surreal.
    So was getting up, knowing that he was going to be riding around with a movie star in the back of his car, he grumbled to himself.
    Shaw threw off the covers. The less he thought about that, the better.
    What he needed was a cold shower to bring him around. That, and maybe shooting a few hoops at the local park. Getting physical always helped him cope better.
    Shaw wondered if Clay was up yet and if he could be persuaded to meet him at the park. Probably not. His brother was a slug. When they were growing up, more than once Clay had offered him money just to grasp five extra minutes in bed. But maybe he could rouse Clay before it was time to get to work.
    Looking at the phone, Shaw tried to remember Clay’s new number now that he’d moved in with Ilene. He drew a blank.
    He’d look for it after his shower, he decided.
    A gentle, cool breeze pushed its way into the bedroom. Shaw glanced toward the window, remembering that he’d left it open last night. The breeze stirred the drapes he’d drawn before getting undressed.
    Shaw stretched, the muscles of his taut, tanned naked body rippling and moving like an awakening panther.
    He decided to leave the window open and walked into his small bathroom.
    He had just stepped into the stall when he heard the ringing. At first, he thought it might be his cell phone or his landline, but then he realized that it was the doorbell.
    Muttering under his breath, he turned the water off, grabbed a towel to secure around his middle and padded out to the front door. Because there was a threat made against his life—nothing out of the ordinary in his line of work and certainly nothing he was about to share with any of the members of his family—Shaw paused to pick up his second weapon. He took the safety off before approaching the front door.
    The towel slid a little and he secured it again before turning his attention back to his unexpected, uninvited guest.
    “Who is it?”
    “Your shadow.” The woman’s voice on the other side of the door was flippant.
    Shaw lowered his gun. He didn’t need any more identification than that. Half expecting one of his siblings to turn up on his doorstep after what had gone down last night, he still knew it wasn’t one of his sisters who was standing there now. It was her.
    Biting off a curse, he yanked open the door and glared at Moira McCormick. God, but he hated being right sometimes.
    “What the hell are you doing here?”
    Swallowing my tongue at the moment, she