A Sweetheart For The Single Dad (The Camdens Of Colorado Book 8) Read Free Page B

completely unaware of, things that would flare up when he least expected it.
    Did
Candy really want to move to Vermont or was she not telling Harmon she didn’t?
    Was
Harmon calling the shots with Sam, with Sawyer’s visitation and participation in his son’s life, or was Candy merely using him as an excuse to make Sam’s upbringing go the way
she
wanted it?
    Was
it possible that Candy hadn’t been so okay with sharing custody of Sam these past four years and moving to Vermont was her passive-aggressive way of cutting Sawyer out of his life?
    Sawyer didn’t know.
    And he sure as hell couldn’t say he was any good at deciphering what was really going on with her.
    At the start, when Candy was being so agreeable to everything about Sam, Sawyer had taken into consideration that she was the primary caregiver, so he’d agreed to Candy being Sam’s custodial parent.
    Now, as the custodial parent, if she petitioned the court for relocation, a judge would most likely grant the relocation petition.
    Besides Candy being the custodial parent, Sawyer’s brother had said that the court would consider the fact that Sawyer often had to travel for work while Candy was a stay-at-home mom whose livelihood depended on her husband’s income—an income that could be improved if Harmon took over his father’s practice in Vermont instead of maintaining his own failing practice in Wheatley.
    And off Sam would go to Vermont.
    So Sawyer didn’t want to go to court. But he might not have a choice. Because even though he thought it was possible that Candy honestly didn’t want to move, he also didn’t hold out much hope that she would openly admit it to her husband.
    When it came to the women in his life, he’d definitely had a pattern. On the surface they’d all been agreeable, considerate, seemingly selfless women he’d thought were perfect partners. The kind of perfect partner his mom had been for his dad for the past four decades.
    But instead of finding happily-ever-after the way his parents had, Sawyer had ended up accused and found guilty of relationship crimes he hadn’t even known he was committing. As a result, his marriage and what he’d thought was a relationship headed for marriage with Candy had been dead in the water before he’d even realized anything was wrong.
    And now his relationship with Sam could be on the line, unless he could rely on a woman speaking up—a woman he already knew was unlikely to do that.
    He tapped his fingers on his desktop agitatedly.
    He loved that kid more than he loved breathing. He couldn’t lose him to Harmon and Vermont.
    “Dammit!” he said under his breath, clenching his hands into two fists to stop the tapping.
    A knock on his office door caused him to sit straighter and call a “Come in” as if nothing was bothering him.
    His executive assistant poked her graying head through the door. “The day is done. I just wanted to tell you that the fliers for the Wheatley park project are on my desk waiting for you, and to say good-night.”
    “Thanks, Marybeth. Have a nice night.”
    “You, too,” the sixty-one-year-old answered before retreating and closing the door.
    Sawyer checked the time and discovered it was nearly five-thirty. He needed to head for Wheatley.
    He pushed his chair back and stood, shrugging out of his tan suit coat, taking off his tie, then unfastening the top button of his ecru shirt and rolling his long sleeves to his elbows.
    Casual got a better reception in Wheatley.
    In Wheatley where Lindie Camden was supposed to meet him.
    If she showed.
    Just the thought that she might helped to take his mind off his problems. And made him smile a little.
    Lindie Camden.
    Now
that
was an impressive ambassador to send to get on his good side!
    The Camdens kept a relatively low profile but pictures of them cropped up here and there. Sawyer never paid enough attention to know who was who, but they did all bear a resemblance to each other—enough for him to have a general