Page 71 of Reforming Hunt
“Hunt?” Abby asked.
He looked down and squeezed her waist. “We didn’t have time to go through all the details earlier, but I’ve been doing some digging while you were away. I found out a few things you should know.” He looked at Noah’s grandparents. “The first is that Trevor’s parents hired an attendant to work at Club Kids. How else would they know his name? I never said it.”
Abby looked at Vivian. “Is that true?”
Vivian blustered for a moment. “Don’t trust anything this man says. I can’t believe you moved back in with him. I had hoped that by moving in with your friend, you’d come to your senses.”
“I hired a private investigator,” Hunt said. “That’s how the club tracked down this Donovan kid. Noah’s grandparents hired him to get a job at Club Kids and make the place look unsafe.
“Donovan saw Noah wiping down the old boat that day,” Hunt continued. “As soon as Noah boarded to put the rags away, Donovan cut the boat loose from the dock. He’d waited until I wasn’t around, and rigged the throttle ahead of time. He’s the person who nearly got your grandchild killed.”
“No,” Vivian said, her face turning pale. “That’s impossible.”
“Impossible that you hired him or impossible that he rigged it? Because we have his confession.”
Vivian’s mouth opened and closed. She glanced at her husband, who shared an equally worried expression. “We never told him to set a boat loose.”
“But you hired him to work at Club Kids?” Hunt asked.
“Well, yes,” she said pertly. “To keep an eye on Noah.”
“And from what he confessed,” Hunt said, “to make the place and his mother look negligent.”
Vivian went silent. It was her husband, Noah’s grandfather, who spoke up next. “We never would have agreed if we’d known harm could come to Noah or any of the children. Are you certain it was Donovan who did this?”
“He was caught in a lie and confessed to the whole thing,” Hunt said. “Told the police he met you in church.”
Noah’s grandfather grabbed Vivian’s elbow. “Come on, Viv. Let’s leave them alone.”
She pulled back. “No. He’s wrong. Donovan would never have done that. It’s this man who put Noah in danger.”
Hunt stood straighter. “I’d protect Noah with my life.”
The grandfather urged Vivian out. She followed, but she said over her shoulder, “You’ll hear from our lawyers.”
Hunt closed the door behind them, and Abby looked over, frightened. “Are you sure about this Donovan person?”
“He’s facing charges after his confession. I’m certain.”
“But Vivian and her lawyer…” Abby looked to where Noah’s grandparents had departed.
“Don’t worry about them. I’ve been in contact with our lawyers since before we married. They know everything. Noah’s grandparents have no leg to stand on. Never did. They can’t take Noah from you. And if you decide to press charges, it’s possible for you to get a restraining order to prevent them from seeing Noah.”
“No,” she said. “It would hurt Noah, and I don’t want him to lose the only part of his father he has left. They’re not bad people, just terribly sad after losing their son. They changed after he died.”
Hunt pulled her into his arms. “Then we won’t. But I want you to know you never have to fear them again. And that I’m here for you.”
She looked into his eyes. “I love you, Hunt Cade.”
He smiled the widest smile she’d ever seen. “I love you, Abby Cade. And hey, look, you don’t even need to change your name after our next wedding, since you did it the first time we married.”
Abby grinned. “How did I catch such a sexy, smart husband?”
“It was the clogs.”
Abby laughed. “If I thought those things would land me the hottest guy in town, I would have worn them more often.”
“How many more hours until bedtime?” Hunt asked.
