Page 69 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

Wes nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.”

Lydia came into the entryway, her arms tightly folded. “Damian,” she said, acknowledging him, her voice cold. “You may go with Wes to the family room.”

Wes took Damian’s hand and tugged on it. “Come. I have trains.”

Damian followed Wes into the back of the house to a room that was mostly dark wood paneling. The floor was covered in plywood, and a maze of train tracks took up most of the space. Tiny trees and little buildings were set up as well. Wes sat cross-legged at the control station and looked up at Damian expectantly. Damian stepped over the corner of the plywood and sat beside him. “Did you put this whole thing together?”

Wes nodded. “Yes. I like trains. Do you?”

“I do. You’ve done an excellent job.”

Wes flipped a switch and the engine came to life. Little puffs of smoke came out of the top as the train started to move. Wes showed him how to work the controls and they watched the train for a few minutes.

Damian was impressed. He knew from his research that people with Down syndrome have varying degrees of limitations, but speaking with Wes, he realized his brother was quite capable of a lot of things.

“Do you have a job?” Damian asked.

Wes shook his head. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Mom says no.”

Damian sat back. “If you could have any job, what kind of job would you want?”

Wes’s eyes lit up. “Work on trains.”

“I think you’d be very good at that.”

“Or work with dogs. I like them. Mom says no dogs.”

Damian saw the longing in Wes’s eyes. “Dogs are cool.”

Wes picked up his hand. “I like you.”

His heart warmed at Wes’s words. They spent the afternoon adding in a miniature garage to the train village, complete with tiny cars being worked on. After Lydia served them lunch, Damian took Wes over to the humane society so he could pet the dogs. They let them take one for a walk.

After they returned to Wes’s house, Damian gave Wes a hug. “Thanks for spending the day with me.”

Wes grinned with his whole face. Damian loved how enthusiastic he was. “Will you come back?”

“Of course. I want to talk to your mom for a minute, though. Is that okay?”

Wes nodded then gave him another hug. He ran into the other room.

Damian turned to Lydia. Apprehension lined her features. Damian wanted to talk about Wes getting a job, but he wasn’t sure it was a good idea at the moment. She was quite protective of him. He shifted his weight, appraising her. “You’ve done a good job raising Wes.”

A small smile relaxed her features. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad you let me spend time with him.”

She rested her hand on a small decorative table that sat against the wall. “I am fine with you coming for avisit, Mr. Warren.”

The way she said it made Damian take a step back. “I’m not trying to take Wes away from you if that’s what you think.”

Her lips pinched together. “I don’t know what to think. You show up here without any warning. You barge your way into our lives, digging up the past and demanding to see Wes. How am I supposed to know what to think?”

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t know any of this situation when I arrived.”

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