Sharon Hartley - The Billionaire's Son

“How long ago did Jason’s mother die?”

“Six months. Car crash. She died instantly.”

Kelly sucked in a breath at his blunt reply. “I’m sorry. I know it’s rough when death comes unexpectedly.”

Wentworth gazed over the pool again. “Jason was in the car with her. He survived even though she didn’t bother to strap him into his car seat.”

Kelly’s sympathy for the dead mother dwindled at that bit of news. How the hell do you respond to such negligence?

“She was drunk,” he said. “Never felt a thing.”

Kelly smothered the curse that rose to her lips. This was Wentworth’s beloved dead wife, after all, mother of his child. Better tread carefully. “Was Jason badly hurt?”

“Head trauma.” Wentworth gazed at her again. “Which could partly explain his confusion about you. We’d been divorced for over a year and shared custody.”

“I’m sorry.” Uncomfortable with his frank revelations, Kelly wanted to get out of here. This was definitely none of her business. “I don’t mean to be intrusive. It’s just—”

“The whole messy story was all over the tabloids,” Wentworth said. “I’m surprised you don’t know the sordid details.”

“I’m not much of a tabloid fan,” she said.

He nodded and took another sip of booze. She could smell the strong fumes. Time to get out of here. History had taught her being around men that were too drunk could lead to big trouble.

She rose. “Well, roll call comes early. I’d better get some sleep. Thanks for letting me use your pool.”

“Anytime,” he said, gazing off into space again.

Kelly sensed his thoughts were far away from her now. No doubt on the dead wife. She shouldn’t have asked. For the hundredth time she reminded herself the problems of the rich and famous had nothing to do with her.

She was out of here first thing in the morning. She’d arranged for Hans to drive her home at 7:00 a.m. Plenty of time to dress and make her 10:00 a.m. roll call. Maria promised breakfast would be laid out at six.

One thing for sure, people definitely ate well in Wentworth Villa.

She shivered when she entered the air-conditioned house and hurried up the stairs. The door to Jason’s room stood ajar, which halted her steps. She’d closed it when she peeked in on her way down to the pool,

But maybe Wentworth left it open when he’d checked on his son. Or maybe not. She glanced around uneasily.

No question about the fact that someone had helped the kidnappers get to Jason. Could that someone be a member of Wentworth’s staff?

Kelly edged open the door. Jason snored softly in the glow of his night light. Shaking her head, she eased the door shut and continued to her room. She’d mention her worries to Ballard, but right now a warm shower awaited and a hopefully soft bed after that.

And then she was so out of fantasyville.

What if Jason woke up still insisting she was his mom? She didn’t want to go through another hysterical scene with the kid. He’d been through enough already.

But no matter what happened with the little dude, she would be at roll call. Nothing Wentworth said could make her miss another shift.

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