Page 8 of The Chase
How well did she know the guy? Cowboy Bob could be after the money she had. Kurt knew the Hillers were wealthy. His private investigator had found that all of the Hiller siblings owned equal shares of their family ranch, though only Gene, Gunn, and Grady ran it day to day. It was a big place. Bigger than what Kurt had built so far, too. They had four dozen employees out there. He only had about half that on all his places right now.
He had originally intended to ruin the Hillers financially, so that they had to give up that ranch that had been in their family for generations. He’d wanted to destroy them all.
But his beef was with Gene. Not the rest of the Hillers. One was a minister, for heaven’s sake.
And three were just innocent women, including his Greer.
They didn’t deserve to lose their heritage because of his quest for vengeance. He wouldn’t do that to her.
He had hurtherenough. He wasn’t going to do anything else to harm her. Except…take his son back as soon as he legally could.
Greer adored Calvin.
Calvin was Kurt’s. And his son belonged with his father.
Carly had told him six months ago that they’d made a baby the last time they had slept together. It was right after her divorce from Gene Hiller had been final. He hadn’t touched her before that had happened. He didn’t sleep with married women, ever.
But nine months later, she had dropped that baby off on Hiller and left. Disappearing.
She’d shown back up six months ago and tried to slither up to Kurt again. And dropping hints that the man she knew he had despised since he was eighteen had something of Kurt’s. Something she’d help him get back.
It had damned near destroyed him to learn that he had a son out there that had been taken from him. By Gene.
That man was no better than a killer. If Gene hadn’t been such an asshole, Kurt’s brother Kevin would have never died on the road that day.
Kurt was still trying to get accurate details of what had happened on the road leading to the Hiller ranch. But…something had been covered up. He was still doing the digging to uncover it. It had been buried for fifteen years now. Kurt needed answers.
Gene Hiller had been involved. That was indisputable. Naelin Lassiter, the private investigator he’d hired, had madethat very clear. The Hillersknewwhat had happened to Kurt’s brother that day.
He had despised that man ever since. To know Gene was raising Kurt’s son was damned near destroying him.
Just like knowing Greer would never forgive him for taking that boy back where he belonged. He had lost her, but that didn’t mean he was prepared to lose his son. He had a careful plan laid out on the desk in front of him. Including a photo of little Calvin his private investigator had taken for him a few months ago.
Of Calvin on a carousel, in Greer’s arms. Of all the Hillers to have been holding the boy at that particular moment, and it wasGreerstaring up at him now. A smile was on her gorgeous face. Love.
Damn it.
He was getting obsessed. There was no denying it.
Kurt jerked out of his chair. He had work to get done. He didn’t have time to be inside, mooning over that woman and what could have been.
He had a legacy to build for his son—both of his children, if Greer was pregnant now—to inherit one day.
Work always cleared his head. He needed that now.
He had just reached the office door when the doorbell sounded.
Kurt cursed. The hands all just knocked on the back door. No one came to the front door.
He swung it open. To see a woman there with a baby in her arms, and a toddler standing just in front of her. “Hello, are you Kurtland Chase?”
“Yes. That’s me.”
“Mr. Chase, may I come in?” The woman was around Greer’s age and very pretty, in a pale blonde, delicate flower kind of way. Nothing like Greer’s earthy sexiness. “There is something important we need to discuss.”
“Of course.” She walked right in. “Can I help you?”
“You can get Bristol. She doesn’t always go where you want her to.”
