“Mr. Howard, there is a police officer here to talk to you,” his secretary Liza called through the intercom. Jordan frowned, he and Georgia were waiting for Bert to respond to them suing him for selling her ideas. Her old publishing company gave her the rights to all but three books, according to their agreement with her.
“Did he say why?” he asked, worrying Bert wanted retribution for the lawsuit.
“He didn’t say,” she answered, Jordan sighed, rubbing a hand down his face.
“Send him in,” he ordered, closing his files, he didn’t need the cop snooping through any open files.
“Are you Jordan Howard?” the police officer asked, stepping through his door.
“I am, what can I do for you, officer?” Jordan asked, standing to shake his hand.
“I’m Officer Colburn, your brother Scott is my parolee, I went to the address he gave me for his home. I went to check in with him to find a family instead of Scott. The family told me you used to live there, and they didn’t know Scott.”
“What address did he give you?” Jordan had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
“Twelve Green Street, apartment D,” Officer Colburn replied and Jordan groaned.
“That is my old address. I moved in with my fiance over two months ago,” Jordan explained, and the officer gave a smile.
“I thought as much. Often my parolees give a family address until they can get a place of their own. How come he didn’t know you moved?”
“Scott and I are not on speaking terms. I took away his parental rights to Daisy, my niece. Her mother died of breast cancer and no one else could take her. I gained full custodial rights and proved he was unfit to care for her. I don’t want him to know where she is until he is clean for a year. That is what I told him when he called to tell me he was getting out in a month.”
“Are you worried about Scott taking Daisy?” Officer Colburn pulled out a notebook to write everything Jordan told him.
“He wants to be a part of Daisy’s life. I know my brother, he will not stay clean. The last time he tried to stay clean, he managed three months. I won’t allow him near Daisy until he is ready to prove he can be a beneficial influence. She is four, she has me and my fiance. It took me a full year to see Daisy happy regularly. I won’t let Scott ruin that,” Jordan explained. The officer nodded his understanding.
“I hear that from many families. Do you have any idea where Scott might be?”
“No. Do you have a phone number for him? Maybe I can call and find out?” Jordan suggested, and the officer pulled out the information he had for Scott. Jordan looked it over, taking down the number Scott left for them to call.
“I’ll see if I can get a hold of him later, I am due home in about thirty minutes,” he explained.
“Then let me get out of your hair. I know how important it is to be home for the family. I have a wife and four kids of my own.” Officer Colburn stood and shook his hand again. Jordan smiled and walked the officer out. Once the officer left, Jordan closed his door and punched his desk.
Fucking Scott! How could that idiot use his address? How did he get his address? Will he go after Georgia and Daisy at the new house? Unable to sit and work anymore, Jordan called Georgia to let her know he had left.
“Hi baby,” Georgia answered her phone. Jordan instantly relaxed, Georgia sounded like her normal self.
“Hey, I’m on my way home.”
“You okay? It is early for you to be calling saying you are on your way home.”
“I know. I want to talk to you about something. I had a visit from Scott’s parole officer.”
“I see. We can talk after Daisy goes to bed. I don’t want to upset her,” she replied. Jordan smiled, his mate knew what he needed without him asking.
“Thank you, love. See you in twenty minutes.” He hung up and took the drive to calm himself. He didn’t need Daisy feeding off his anger. He learned that the hard way when dealing with Eloise’s case. Jordan pulled into the driveway and his phone rang. He didn’t recognize the number but answered. He sometimes got late calls for help from people he didn’t know.
“Jordan it is Scott.” Jordan groaned silently but answered.
“Hi, Scott. I want you to know I had an interesting visit from your parole officer. He seemed to think my old apartment is where you are living. Want to tell me why?”
“They wouldn’t let me out without supplying an address in the state. I couldn’t give them our parents' because they are in Florida. You were the only one I knew,” Scott explained, Jordan could hear the smugness in his voice.
“Where are you right now?” Jordan asked, trying not to lose his temper.
“I’m with a friend.”
“What’s her name?” Jordan knew his brother, he found one woman he slept with before he went to jail.
“Well update your parole officer. I don’t want him around my family.”
“Your family? You stole Daisy from me!” Scott yelled, shocking Jordan. Scott had a temper, but it surprised him how quick he jumped to yelling.
“You were in jail and I know you never helped with Daisy when you weren’t in jail. Christine died, no one could take her. You didn’t even know Daisy existed, you were too drugged up to notice. I have full custody of Daisy, you know that from our conversation a month ago. The offer still stands. If you want to be a part of Daisy’s life you need to be clean for a year. I won’t put that baby girl through more heartache.”
“She is mine!”
“Like hell she is. She is my daughter. No one will say otherwise. You have no legal rights to her. If you come near Daisy and my fiance Georgia, I will put a restraining order on you so fast you’ll have whiplash,” Jordan growled into the phone standing on his porch. He didn’t want Georgia or Daisy to hear his conversation.
“Jordan, she is my daughter and I will take her from you. Expect to hear from my lawyer.”
“Are you kidding me? Scott, you have no parental rights to her. I proved you were unfit to take care of her. I made sure you couldn’t have any legal rights to her the day I took her in. A lawyer will laugh in your face. I want you in my life, in her life, but you can’t have her.” Jordan’s jaguar growled in his chest, Scott had another thing coming if he thought he would take Daisy.
“Fuck you Jordan!” Scott hung up and Jordan growled his frustration. Turning around, he stopped short, seeing Georgia and Daisy standing in the doorway. From the look in Georgia’s eyes, he knew she’d heard much of the conversation.
“Who were you yelling at?” Daisy asked, her eyes swimming with tears. Jordan couldn’t bear to see her look so close to crying. He picked her up and hugged her, he needed to reassure himself she was his.
“I’m sorry Daisy I lost my temper. Don’t you worry about it. What did you and Georgia make for dinner?” He changed the subject, hoping she would latch onto it. Every night he came home and Daisy came out to tell him what she’d helped Georgia make for dinner.
“We made spaghetti and homemade meatballs. Georgia let me put my hands in the meat!” Daisy latched onto the new topic, he exchanged a look with Georgia knowing he had a lengthy conversation with her coming after Daisy went to bed.
“That sounds delicious. I smell garlic bread too,” he replied walking into the kitchen to see the table set and a beer waiting for him. He didn’t think one beer would cut it tonight, but when he took Daisy in, he promised himself he would never overindulge.
“You okay?” Georgia whispered, coming over to him once he put Daisy down.
“I think we might have a problem,” he answered, leaning down to kiss her. Georgia opened her mouth to let him in. He took his fill, he needed to taste her, have her in his arms. Releasing her, he watched Daisy settle at the table, waiting for the two of them.
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