Page 40 of Single Mom's Bodyguards
“Uh-huh.” The officer’s gaze moves to Jessica. “Ma’am?”
“We’re good,” she says calmly, though her voice is tight. “Davy was just leaving.”
David winces at that. It’s small, but I catch it.
Hates being called Davy. Noted.
The officer glances at me. I give him a tight nod. “We’re fine. For now.”
David chuckles awkwardly, like he’s the sane one here. “No trouble at all, officer.” Then he turns and walks away. Not fast. Not slow. Calculated to appear innocent.
I wait until he’s out of sight before I say, “That man is one missed meal away from showing his true colors.”
Jessica finally exhales. “You saw it too?”
“Every second.”
The security officer lingers. “You want to report anything?”
“Not yet,” I say. “But if he shows up again to take his kids, the police need to be involved immediately. He doesn’t pick them up from here. That’s not what’s in the court order.”
He nods. “Understood. I’ll be sure to keep an extra eye on the Beausoleil kids.”
“Thank you for that.” I look over at Jessica. “You good?”
She nods once. “I will be.”
We head back to the SUV without another word. But inside, I’m already planning what I’ll do if David ever touches her or the kids. It won’t be a conversation. By the time we get back to the house, I’ve replayed the whole scene a dozen times in my head.
The twitch in David’s hand. The fake calm. The way he waited for Jessica to be alone, like he was testing whether he could corner her without an audience.
Jessica heads straight for the kitchen. I let her go. She doesn’t need me crowding her right now—just space, and time, and maybe a hot drink from that fancy espresso machine Bailey swears she never uses.
Sean’s in the ops room when I find him, reading a live feed off the gate cameras. “Anything?” he asks, eyes still on the screen.
“He was there,” I say.
That gets his attention.
“Showed up at drop-off. Told Jessica he’d be picking up the kids today. Acted like it was his right.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Got close to her. Too close.”
Sean’s voice goes flat. “Did he touch her?”
“No. But healmostdid. He wanted to. He was preparing, shifted his stance, fingers fisting.”
He exhales through his nose, hands tightening around the edge of the desk. “Witnesses?”
“Security guard came up before it escalated. David backed off, played it like a misunderstanding.”
“Course he did.” He rubs a hand down his jaw. “We’ll log it. Wesley’s still building the case file.”
“Won’t matter.”
Sean looks at me. “You don’t think the restraining order will stick?”
