saying?”
Sylvia shook her long spoon. “You’re too naïve. People like Cade’s mother will never turn themselves in. You know. I know. I’m sure Cade knows it, too.”
“We’ve got to figure out a way to trap her safely.” The gears and cogs turned in Andie’s mind. “I’m thinking this lakeside theater could work out great. What if we staged two weddings?”
“You’re brilliant! One could be part of a play, and the other could be real.”
“Exactly, and once we spot her, the FBI can move in and whisk her away to safety. I actually think she’s in more danger out there, wherever she is. I’m sure she left a trail somewhere.”
A sneaky smile creased across Sylvia’s face, and she rubbed her hands. “Oh, I’m sure she left plenty of track marks. We’ll catch her yet.”
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C ade couldn’t believe Ronaldo Silver, his playboy friend and onetime mentor, would follow him to Bret’s doctor’s appointment. What did that guy really want?
The baby checked out healthy, and his growth was off the charts. A big boy. Cade texted the stats to Roxanne, Bret’s biological mother, and shot a picture of Bret sleeping in his stroller.
“You sure Andie’s okay with you texting your baby mama?” Ronaldo put his sunglasses on when they exited the medical building.
Cade held the door for another patient who’d walked into the wrong office, confusing geriatrics with pediatrics. The woman who wore thick dark glasses nodded, but did not say “thanks.” Strange, he thought small town people were friendly and chatty.
“Roxanne’s on probation, and she’s going forward with the adoption. I don’t see why she should be shut out of Bret’s life.” It wasn’t as if he had any feelings for Roxanne other than disgust at the way she and his mother colluded to get her pregnant from a discarded condom.
“You don’t think she’ll renege on it, do you?” It was just like his friend to pinpoint the one or two things which worried Cade.
“Not if I keep her happy.”
“You’re paying her off?” Ronaldo lowered his sunglasses, dropping his jaw.
“I’m not admitting to anything.” Cade pushed the stroller to the side of his car. The woman with the thick dark glasses almost fell over Bret’s stroller.
“You okay?” Ronaldo gave her a hand.
She nodded and turned to read a poster tacked to a store window.
“All I want is for Andie to be happy,” Cade continued. “She loves Bret already, and I don’t want any flies in the soup.”
“Understood.” Ronaldo flexed and unflexed his fingers. His eyelid twitched, and he pursed his lips.
Whatever was going on, he was up to something. Cade could always read Ronaldo’s tells, no matter how cool he seemed to be.
“So, tell me, why are you and your crew really here in New York?” Cade unlocked his car and transferred a snoozing Bret from the stroller to the car seat. “I can’t imagine you taking your aunt’s orders to revive theater by the lake.”
“Told you already. I owe her for not telling her about you. She would have kicked Dick to the curb long ago had she known he’d screwed around on her.” Ronaldo put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “By the way, are you getting a pre-nup?”
“A pre-nup? Why would I need one of those?” Cade realized he’d raised his voice when the confused patient from the pediatrics office stopped near them and proceeded to count the change in her purse while staring at a parking meter that took credit cards.
Ronaldo’s strident voice caught his attention. “As your mentor and buddy, I have to counsel you to get one. You never know what a woman’s really thinking.”
“I don’t need one. Not with Andie.”
“You sure?” Ronaldo raised an eyebrow. “This entire ‘we aren’t getting hitched until your mother shows up’ thing sounds as phony as Kobe beef bologna. Why do you think she’s so eager to get your mom to walk you down the aisle?”
“She wants closure for me.”
“There’d be