Full Disclosure (Homefront: The Sheridans Book 2) by Kate Aster Page A

find him this time, hopefully without having to call the police.
    “I was afraid of that,” I tell him.
    “Your mother won’t like it if you fly in
this, Son. We were planning on keeping Hannah till late tonight, anyway. Why
rush home? You can stay in the city tonight.”
    I lean against the side of my plane. “I’ve
got plans, Dad.” Or had plans, I correct myself, knowing that I won’t take the
risk of flying in bad weather just for a date. When I was single, I might have.
But I’m a dad now. My Amelia’s a solid craft, but I weigh risks a lot more
carefully now than I did before I had Hannah in my life.
    “A date?” he asks.
    I’m surprised he’s interested enough to
ask. “Yes,” I answer carefully.
    “The woman Hannah was telling us about?”
    “What?”
    “The one who recused Lolli.”
    “Uh, yeah. Actually, that’s the one. Her
son goes to the same school as Hannah.”
    “And she works for JLS,” Dad adds
pointedly.
    Shit . Apparently Hannah covered a lot of territory. No wonder
he’s calling me. “Yes, Dad. She does. Is that a problem?” I ask, already on the
defense.
    He makes a sound that I can only describe
as an audible shrug. “Hannah likes her. So I see no problem with it.”
    Really? “Good,” I say warily, still
waiting for the catch.
     But instead of a catch, Dad changes
the subject, complaining once again about the nurse Mom hired for him and how
he feels like he’s got a full-time shadow now. I end the call about ten minutes
later, still slightly baffled by conversations like this with my dad—ones
that don’t focus on JLS business as usual—because they remind me of that
week in Canada, even though the reason he’s slowing his pace now is hardly
something to smile about.
    Leaning on the side of my Cessna, I tap
on Kim’s name on my iPhone display.
    “Kim?” I say at the sound of her voice.
    “Hi, Ryan.”
    “I’m really sorry, but I’m going to have
to postpone our date. I had to fly to New York and I’m stuck here because of
the storm.”
    “That’s okay,” she says. I can hear the
laughter of kids in the background and Kim’s muffled voice saying, “Hey, boys,
no slamming yourselves into the wall.”
    I grin and, knowing that she’s surrounded
by young ears, decide to not tell her how much I enjoyed last night… how much I
can’t wait to hold her that close, feel her body react to my touch again.
    “Can we do it another time?” I say
instead.
    She hesitates slightly, and it worries me
momentarily till she says, “Sure. Of course. Have a safe trip home.”
    “Thanks. I’ll call you tomorrow.” My
mouth curves downward as I end the conversation, noticing she hung up before I
did. She didn’t sound annoyed at the last minute cancellation, but I’m not
consoled by the tone I did hear.
    She sounded relieved.
    That can’t be good.

~ KIM ~
     
    Connor chases a soccer ball in my
basement, laughing as he fights off his friend to keep the ball in his own
control. Even at four, he has an exuberance I never showed in sports. Landon blocks
him, toppling over him and into the carpet. He’s six months older than Connor
and about three inches taller.
    “Hey, foul play,” Bridget yells at her
son. “You push him again, and they won’t invite us back for a playdate,
Landon.”
    As I set my phone back onto the stairs
where Bridget and I are perched watching the boys, I make a mental note to
research soccer camp for next summer. He’ll be five then, and maybe old enough
for some team somewhere.
    “Don’t worry about it. Connor doesn’t
break easily.”
    The rain outside has forced our playdate
out of the backyard and into our basement, and I’m glad that I don’t have the
money to fill this room with furniture. Empty like this, it makes a great
miniature soccer field.
    “Was that a male voice I heard on
the other end of that call?” Bridget bats her eyelashes at me.
    Lord, she is nosy, with ears sharper than
a rabbit’s. I like Bridget a lot, and