Panicked, Grace threw a couple of manila folders into her tote in preparation to fly to her car. She could be at Wade Ranch in less than twenty minutes if she ignored the speed limit and prayed to Jesus that Sheriff Battle wasnât sitting in his squad car at the Royal city limits the way he usually did. âWhatâs happened to the babies? Itâs Maddie, isnât it? I knew that she wasnâtââ
âThe girls are fine,â he interrupted. âTheyâre with Hadley. Itâs Kyle. He came home.â
Grace froze, mid-file transfer. The manila folder fell to the floor in slow motion from her nerveless fingers, opened at the spine and spilled papers across the linoleum.
âWhat?â she whispered.
Kyle .
Her first kiss. Her first love. Her first taste of the agonizing pain a man could cause.
He wasnât supposed to be here. The twin daughters Kyle Wade had fathered were parentless, or so sheâd convinced herself. That was the only reason sheâd taken the case, once Liam assured her heâd called the USO, the California base Kyle had shipped out of and the President of the United States. No response, heâd said.
No response meant no conflict of interest.
If Kyle was back, her interest was so conflicted, she couldnât even see through it.
âHeâs here. At Wade Ranch,â Liam confirmed. âYou need to come by as soon as possible and help us sort this out.â
Translation: Liam and Hadley wanted to adopt Maddie and Maggie and with Kyle in the picture, that wasnât as easy as theyâd all assumed. Grace would have to convince him to waive his parental rights. If he didnât want to, then sheâd have to assess Kyleâs fitness as a parent and potentially even give him custody, despite knowing in her heart that heâd be a horrible father. It was a huge tangle.
The best scenario would be to transfer the case to someone else. But on short notice? Probably wasnât going to happen.
âIâll be there as soon as I can. Thanks, Liam. Itâll work out.â
Grace hung up and dropped her head down into the crook of her elbow.
Somehow, she was supposed to go to Wade Ranch and do her job, while ignoring the fact that Kyle Wade had broken her heart into tiny little pieces, and then promptly joined the military, as if she hadnât mattered at all. And somehow, she had to ignore the fact that she still wasnât over it. Or him.
Two
G race knocked on the door of Wade House and steeled herself for whatever was about to happen. Which was what sheâd been doing in the car on the way over. And at her desk before that.
No one else in the county office could take on another case, so Grace had agreed to keep Maddie and Maggie under the premise that sheâd run all her recommendations through her supervisor before she told the parties involved about her decisions. Which meant she couldnât just decide ahead of time that Kyle wasnât fit. She had to prove it.
It would be a stringent process, with no room for error. Sheâd have to justify her report with far more data and impartial observations than sheâd ever had to before. It meant twice as many visits and twice as much documentation. Of course. Because who didnât want to spend a bunch of time with a high-school boyfriend whoâd ruined you for dating any other man?
Hopefully, heâd just give up his rights without a fight and they could all go on.
The door swung open and Grace forgot to breathe. Kyle Wade was indeed home.
Hungrily, her gaze skittered over his grown-up face. Oh, my . Still gorgeous, but sun worn, with new lines around his eyes that said heâd seen some things in the past ten years and they werenât all pleasant. His hair was shorn shorter than short, but it fit this new version of Kyle.
His green eyes were diamond hard. That was new, too. Heâd never been open and friendly, but sheâd burrowed under