"We—"
"You, Mr. Quinn," she interrupted. "I'm asking you if that is your intention." She waited, watching the doubts and resistance sweep over his face.
"Then I guess it is. Yeah." God help them all, he thought. "If that's what it takes."
"Do you intend to live in this house, with Seth, on a permanent basis?"
"Permanent?" It was perhaps the only truly frightening word in his life. "Now I have to sit down." He did so, then pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger to relieve some of the pressure.
"Christ. How about we use 'for the foreseeable future' instead of 'permanent'?" She folded her hands on the edge of the table. She didn't doubt his sincerity, would have applauded him for his intentions. But… "You have no idea what you're thinking of taking on."
"You're wrong. I do, and it scares the hell out of me."
She nodded, considering the answer a point in his favor. "What makes you think you would be a better guardian for a ten-year-old boy, a boy I believe you've known for less than two weeks, than a screened and approved foster home?"
"Because I understand him. I've been him—or part of him. And because this is where he belongs."
"Let me lay out some of the bigger obstacles to what you're planning. You're a single man with no permanent address and without a steady income."
"I've got a house right here. I've got money."
"Whose name is the house in, Mr. Quinn?" She only nodded when his brows knit. "I imagine you have no idea."
"Phillip will."
"Good for Phillip. And I'm sure you have some money, Mr. Quinn, but I'm speaking of steady employment. Going around the world racing various forms of transportation isn't stable employment."
"It pays just fine."
"Have you considered the risk to life and limb of your chosen lifestyle when you propose to take on a responsibility like this? Believe me, the court will. What if something happens to you when you're trying to break land and speed records?"
"I know what I'm doing. Besides, there are three of us."
"Only one of you lives in this house where Seth will live."
"So?"
"And the one who does isn't a respected college professor with the experience of raising three sons."
"That doesn't mean I can't handle it."
"No, Mr. Quinn," she said patiently, "but it is a major obstacle to legal guardianship."
"What if we all did?"
"Excuse me?"
"What if we all lived here? What if my brothers moved in?'' What a damn mess, Cam thought, but he kept going. "What if I got a…" Now he had to take a deep swallow of beer, knowing the word would stick in his throat. "A job," he managed.
She stared at him. "You'd be willing to change your life so dramatically?"
"Ray and Stella Quinn changed my life."
Her face softened, making Cam blink in surprise as her generous mouth curved in a smile, as her eyes seemed to go darker and deeper. When her hand reached out, closed lightly over his, he stared down at it, surprised by a quick jolt of what was surely pure lust.
"When I was driving here, I was wishing I could have met them. I thought they must have been remarkable people. Now I'm sure of it." Then she drew back. "I'll need to speak with Seth, and with your brothers. What time does Seth get home from school?"
"What time?" Cam glanced at the kitchen clock without a clue. "It's sort of… flexible."
"You'll want to do better than that if this gets as far as a formal home study. I'll go by the school and see him. Your brother Ethan." She rose. "Would I find him at home?"
"Not at this time of day. He'll be bringing in his catch before five." She glanced at her watch, gauged her time. "All right, and I'll contact your other brother in Baltimore." From her briefcase she took a neat leather notebook. "Now, can you give me names and addresses of some neighbors. People who know you and Seth and who would stand for your character. The good side of your character, that is."
"I could probably come up with a few."
"That's a start. I'll do some research here, Mr. Quinn. If it's in Seth's best interest to remain in your home, under your care, I'll do everything I can to help you." She angled her head. "If I reach the opinion that it's in his best interest to be taken out of your home, and out of your care, then I'll fight you tooth and nail to make that happen."
Cam rose as well. "Then I guess we understand each other."
"Not by a long shot. But you've got to start somewhere."
the minute she wasout of the house, Cam was on the phone. By the time he'd been passed through a secretary and an assistant and reached Phillip, his temper had spilled over.
"There was a goddamn social worker here."
"I told you to expect that."
"No, you didn't."
"Yes, I did. You don't listen. I've got a friend of mine—a lawyer—working on the guardianship. Seth's mother took a hike; as far as we can tell, she's not in Baltimore."
"I don't give a damn where the mother is. The social worker was making noises about taking Seth."
"The lawyer's putting through a temporary guardianship. It takes time, Cam."
"We may not have tune." He shut his eyes, tried to think past the anger. "Or maybe I bought us some. Who owns the house now?"
"We do. Dad left it—well, everything—to the three of us."
"Fine, good. Because you're about to change locations. You're going to need to pack up those designer suits of yours, pal, and get your butt down here. We're going to be living together again."
"Like hell."
"And I've got to get a goddamn job. I'm going to expect you by seven tonight. Bring dinner. I'm sick to death of cooking."
It gave him some satisfaction to hang up on Phillip's vigorous cursing.
anna found seth sullenand smart-mouthed and snotty. And liked him immediately. The principal had given her permission to take him out of class and use a corner of the empty cafeteria as a makeshift office.
"You, Mr. Quinn," she interrupted. "I'm asking you if that is your intention." She waited, watching the doubts and resistance sweep over his face.
"Then I guess it is. Yeah." God help them all, he thought. "If that's what it takes."
"Do you intend to live in this house, with Seth, on a permanent basis?"
"Permanent?" It was perhaps the only truly frightening word in his life. "Now I have to sit down." He did so, then pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger to relieve some of the pressure.
"Christ. How about we use 'for the foreseeable future' instead of 'permanent'?" She folded her hands on the edge of the table. She didn't doubt his sincerity, would have applauded him for his intentions. But… "You have no idea what you're thinking of taking on."
"You're wrong. I do, and it scares the hell out of me."
She nodded, considering the answer a point in his favor. "What makes you think you would be a better guardian for a ten-year-old boy, a boy I believe you've known for less than two weeks, than a screened and approved foster home?"
"Because I understand him. I've been him—or part of him. And because this is where he belongs."
"Let me lay out some of the bigger obstacles to what you're planning. You're a single man with no permanent address and without a steady income."
"I've got a house right here. I've got money."
"Whose name is the house in, Mr. Quinn?" She only nodded when his brows knit. "I imagine you have no idea."
"Phillip will."
"Good for Phillip. And I'm sure you have some money, Mr. Quinn, but I'm speaking of steady employment. Going around the world racing various forms of transportation isn't stable employment."
"It pays just fine."
"Have you considered the risk to life and limb of your chosen lifestyle when you propose to take on a responsibility like this? Believe me, the court will. What if something happens to you when you're trying to break land and speed records?"
"I know what I'm doing. Besides, there are three of us."
"Only one of you lives in this house where Seth will live."
"So?"
"And the one who does isn't a respected college professor with the experience of raising three sons."
"That doesn't mean I can't handle it."
"No, Mr. Quinn," she said patiently, "but it is a major obstacle to legal guardianship."
"What if we all did?"
"Excuse me?"
"What if we all lived here? What if my brothers moved in?'' What a damn mess, Cam thought, but he kept going. "What if I got a…" Now he had to take a deep swallow of beer, knowing the word would stick in his throat. "A job," he managed.
She stared at him. "You'd be willing to change your life so dramatically?"
"Ray and Stella Quinn changed my life."
Her face softened, making Cam blink in surprise as her generous mouth curved in a smile, as her eyes seemed to go darker and deeper. When her hand reached out, closed lightly over his, he stared down at it, surprised by a quick jolt of what was surely pure lust.
"When I was driving here, I was wishing I could have met them. I thought they must have been remarkable people. Now I'm sure of it." Then she drew back. "I'll need to speak with Seth, and with your brothers. What time does Seth get home from school?"
"What time?" Cam glanced at the kitchen clock without a clue. "It's sort of… flexible."
"You'll want to do better than that if this gets as far as a formal home study. I'll go by the school and see him. Your brother Ethan." She rose. "Would I find him at home?"
"Not at this time of day. He'll be bringing in his catch before five." She glanced at her watch, gauged her time. "All right, and I'll contact your other brother in Baltimore." From her briefcase she took a neat leather notebook. "Now, can you give me names and addresses of some neighbors. People who know you and Seth and who would stand for your character. The good side of your character, that is."
"I could probably come up with a few."
"That's a start. I'll do some research here, Mr. Quinn. If it's in Seth's best interest to remain in your home, under your care, I'll do everything I can to help you." She angled her head. "If I reach the opinion that it's in his best interest to be taken out of your home, and out of your care, then I'll fight you tooth and nail to make that happen."
Cam rose as well. "Then I guess we understand each other."
"Not by a long shot. But you've got to start somewhere."
the minute she wasout of the house, Cam was on the phone. By the time he'd been passed through a secretary and an assistant and reached Phillip, his temper had spilled over.
"There was a goddamn social worker here."
"I told you to expect that."
"No, you didn't."
"Yes, I did. You don't listen. I've got a friend of mine—a lawyer—working on the guardianship. Seth's mother took a hike; as far as we can tell, she's not in Baltimore."
"I don't give a damn where the mother is. The social worker was making noises about taking Seth."
"The lawyer's putting through a temporary guardianship. It takes time, Cam."
"We may not have tune." He shut his eyes, tried to think past the anger. "Or maybe I bought us some. Who owns the house now?"
"We do. Dad left it—well, everything—to the three of us."
"Fine, good. Because you're about to change locations. You're going to need to pack up those designer suits of yours, pal, and get your butt down here. We're going to be living together again."
"Like hell."
"And I've got to get a goddamn job. I'm going to expect you by seven tonight. Bring dinner. I'm sick to death of cooking."
It gave him some satisfaction to hang up on Phillip's vigorous cursing.
anna found seth sullenand smart-mouthed and snotty. And liked him immediately. The principal had given her permission to take him out of class and use a corner of the empty cafeteria as a makeshift office.
