It's A Trap

Michael

My heart beat hard in my chest, and a whooshing sound took residence in my ears. I stared at the little boy in front of me, the echo of my words clung to the still air of the room.

“You have a son?” I growled, flashing my teeth.

Rainey stood there, her mouth falling open.

Her resignation letter remained on the floor at her feet.

“T-Tanner,” she said finally and ushered him out of the room.

I took in the small apartment before me. No wonder Rainey never wanted me to come here. She lived in a place the size of my living room. But the biggest reason for hiding her life had been the pint-sized human that she failed to mention.

I stepped into the room, needing to explore the life that Rainey so carefully hid from the start. This changed everything. For one, she lied to me. At the interview, she told me she didn’t have anything in her life that would hold her back from being on call, traveling, or being at my beck and call. Did she somehow have enough money to pay for a nanny? The c