By: Brenda Jackson

She frowned. “He can walk.”

“I know he can, but I want to carry him. Humor me.”

Keisha didn’t want to humor him. She didn’t want to have anything to do with him. Father or no father, if Canyon thought he could bombard his way into her or Beau’s lives, he had another think coming. He’d made his choice three years ago.

She tried pushing her mother’s warning to the back of her mind. When Keisha had discovered her pregnancy and shared the news with her mother, Lynn had warned her not to assume Canyon would be like Kenneth Drew. Lynn believed every man had a right to know he’d fathered a child, which is why she had told Kenneth. Only after his decision not to accept Keisha as his child had Lynn ceased including Kenneth in her daughter’s life.

Lynn felt Keisha hadn’t given Canyon a chance to either accept or reject his child, and he should be given that choice. Keisha hadn’t felt that way. Knowing her father had rejected her had tormented her all through childhood and right into her adult life. It had been her decision to never let her son experience the grief of rejection.

When they reached her car, she opened the door to the backseat and moved aside to watch Canyon place Beau in his car seat. Then another surprise happened. Beau actually protested and tried reaching for Canyon to get back into his arms.

“It seems he likes you,” Keisha muttered, truly not happy with it at all.

Canyon glanced over his shoulder at her. “It’s a Westmoreland thing.”

Keisha didn’t say anything. If that was his way of letting her know his son should have been born with his name, he’d done so effectively.

“From now on, partner, I’ll never be too far away,” she heard him say to Beau and wondered if he realized he needed her permission for that to happen. When it came to her son, he would only have the rights she gave him.

As if Beau understood, he then spoke to Canyon for the first time. Pointing his finger at himself, he said, “Me Beau.” He then pointed at Canyon. “You?”

Canyon chuckled and Keisha knew he had deliberately said the next words loud enough for her to hear. “Dad.”

Beau repeated the word dad as if he needed to say it. “Dad.”

Canyon chuckled. “Yes, Dad.” He then closed the car door and turned to Keisha.

Ignoring the fierce frown on his face, she said, “You seem to be good with kids.”

He shrugged. “Dillon has a son named Denver who’s a little older than Beau, and I’m around him a lot. They favor.”

She lifted a brow. “Who?”

“Beau and Denver. Although Denver is a little taller, if you put them in a room together it might be hard to tell them apart.”

It was Keisha’s time to shrug. She would know her son anywhere. Besides, she couldn’t imagine the two kids looking that much alike. “Since you insist that we need to talk today, you can follow me home. But I don’t intend to break my routine with Beau because of you.”

“I don’t expect you to.”

She moved to walk around to the driver’s side of the car when he reached out and touched her. Immediately, heat raced up her spine and she was forced to remember the raw masculine energy Canyon possessed. She’d have thought that after three years she would be immune to him, but it seemed nothing had changed in the sexual-chemistry department.


With her pulse throbbing, she fought to regain her composure. She lifted her chin. “What?”

He met her gaze and held it. “Is there any reason someone would be following you?”

“What are you talking about?” Keisha asked, frowning.

Canyon shoved his hands into his pockets. “I started following you from your job, but I wasn’t the only one. A black sedan pulled out in front of me and whoever was behind the wheel followed you until a mile or so back. That’s when I tried getting the driver’s attention by driving close along the side of the car and forcing him or her to pull over. I don’t know if the driver was a man or a woman since the windows were tinted. Instead of pulling over, the car made a quick right turn at the next corner and kept going.”

Keisha remembered glancing in her rearview mirror and witnessing what she’d assumed were two drivers engaging in road rage. “You’re driving a burgundy car?”