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Caleb returned her gaze. “Cat,” he murmured softly. “First, no matter what opinion you may have formed of me, I am not in the market for some brief, meaningless relationship, either! Secondly, I have a three-year-old son asleep upstairs, so if you think I can be seduced into bed later, forget it!”
Her mouth opened. And then closed. And then opened again. “I wasn’t going to ask!” Cat finally found her voice.
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‘Until six months ago Adam was like any other mischievous three-year-old,’ Caleb Reynolds revealed huskily. ‘He laughed all the time.’ He was no longer looking at Cat, his thoughts all inwards as he remembered. ‘He knew no danger. Accepted no limits. But it’s his laughter I miss the most,’ he admitted gruffly. ‘To come home and hear the sound of his laughter after a frustrating day at work…’ He shook his head. ‘Adam was a warm and loving child, full of fun,’ he finished abruptly, once again looking at Cat, his eyes bleak now.
Cat swallowed hard. This man had not only lost his wife six months ago, but the son he had known and loved had been replaced with a little boy who seemed nervous of his own shadow. He—
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