“Tom?
“Go ahead. We’ll be fine. Won’t we, Thaddeus?”
Tad offered a small smile. “Why do you call me that, Mr. Tom?”
“That’s what your daddy called you when he told me he had a son and how very proud he was to be your daddy.”
Jack smiled and shook his head as he walked toward his bedroom. And Tom thought he couldn’t connect with Jack’s kids.
He was perfect.
Okay, he’d better call Reba and get this over with.
* * * *
“Are you aware that Tad and Becca aren’t home?”
“What? Of course they are.” Reba always had been a stubborn woman.
“Go check their bedrooms. I’ll wait.”
It didn’t take long for Reba to get back on the phone. “Where are my children?” she screeched over the line, and Jack winced and held the receiver away from his ear.
“They’re here.”
“Is…is Tom Weber there as well?”
“He is.”
“Send Tad and Becca home at once before that mancorrupts them!”
“Not until you tell me why my father struck our son.”