Somebody Like You: A Small Town Single Mom Romance (The Heartbreak Brothers Book 4) by Carrie Elks (best love story novels in english .txt) 📗

said, reaching over Josh’s shoulder. “But I’ll be couriering them back as soon as I’ve found a safe way to do it.”

“Whatever you say.” Brian shrugged again. “I’ve done my job. The rest is up to you. I gotta go. I need to pick a few things up for Cam at his place, then head back home.”

“Are you driving Cam’s car?” Mia asked, looking over his shoulder at the Audi.

“Yep.” Brian said. “I’m driving it back to Boston today.”

So that’s where Cam was. “What about L.A.?” Mia found herself asking. “I thought he was going there?”

“He is. Once he signs on the dotted line.” Brian lifted his hand. “See ya later!”

As soon as she shut the door, Michael grabbed one of the watches from her. “Who the hell does he think he is, sending us watches?” he grumbled, pulling the silver bracelet from the box.

“Careful,” Mia said. “Those are worth a lot.”

“How much?” Josh asked, peering at the watch in Michael’s hand.

She told them and Josh’s mouth dropped open.

“What the heck!” Michael dropped the watch clumsily back in the box. “Why the hell is Cam giving us twenty thousand dollar watches?”

“Whoa! That’s a lot of money,” Josh said. “And we can sell them if we want. Can I get an Xbox with my money?”

He reached out for the box still in Mia’s hand, but Michael got there first, snatching it from her grasp.

“But it’s mine,” Josh protested. “Give it back.”

Michael held it above his head, and Josh started jumping, trying to take it out of his hands. “It’s mine,” Josh shouted. “Cam gave it to me.”

“He gave it to you because he wants to get in mom’s pants.”

Mia took the box from Michael. Damn, he had a strong grasp. “Stop it,” she said. “Shut up right now. Or you’ll be grounded for a month.”

“Why does he want to have your pants?” Josh asked. “Doesn’t he have enough of his own?”

“Idiot,” Michael muttered.

That was it. She was beyond over his attitude. “Okay. You’re grounded.”

“Sure. Make me pay for the fact that you messed up.”

Mia gritted her teeth. “Don’t say one more word,” she warned. “Or everything gets taken away. Your phone, your freedom. The door to your room. I’m not kidding.”

“You can’t take my phone.”

“Yes I can.”

“No you can’t.”

“Try me,” she told him through gritted teeth.

“I hate you. I hate this place. And I hate the fact that you cry every night for a guy I detest. I wish we’d never come here. It sucks.”

“That’s it. You’re done.”

“Fuck it!”

“Michael?” Josh said, his voice small. “Don’t swear.”

“Shut up. I hate all of you.” Michael pushed Josh out of his way, stomping up the stairs. Mia squeezed her eyes closed, her head pounding to the rhythm of Michael’s footsteps.

“Mommy?” Josh said in a small voice.

“Yes, honey?”

“I’m sorry I upset Michael.”

His expression made her heart ache. She reached out to cup his cheek.

“You didn’t upset him, sweetie. He did that all by himself.” She sighed. “Come on, we need to leave. Go find your other shoe.”

If she thought she was finding it hard to concentrate before, Mia could barely focus on the screen in front of her now. Her hands were shaking, her stomach felt like it was being eaten away by acid, and at least five different people had asked her if she was coming down with something. Maybe she should have stayed at home.

But what if she never felt better? She needed her job. After all, they needed a roof over their head and food on the table, and they couldn’t stay with Sam forever.

When she’d dropped Josh off at breakfast club, his eyes were still full of tears. He’d asked her if Michael was going to leave like Cam and Niall had. If he was still mad with him. It had broken her heart to watch him walk with slumped shoulders through the school gate.

And it had taken all the maturity she had to type a simple message out to Michael.

I expect you home by three. Leave your phone on the table when you get there. We’ll be having a serious talk later. Your attitude stinks. Mom.

She was going to have to leave early. She wanted to talk to her eldest before Josh got home from his after school activity. There was no way they could have a repeat of this morning. She was damned if she’d let him make Josh cry again.

Sighing, she turned back to her monitor, determined to get some work done. But then her phone started to ring, cutting through the silence of her office, and she picked it up, frowning when she saw Josh’s school lighting up the screen.

Don’t tell her he was sick. She wasn’t sure she could cope with much more.

“Mia Devlin,” she said, lifting the phone to her ear.

“Ms. Devlin, this is Shirley Mason from Hartson Elementary School. We were wondering if Josh was okay?”

A shot of alarm made Mia sit up straight. “What do you mean?” she asked. “He was okay when I dropped him off this morning. He had a little argument with his brother, but nothing more than that.”

“You dropped him off?” Shirley’s words were stilted. “Um, when did you do that?”

“About three hours ago. For breakfast club.” Mia could feel her blood racing through her veins, adrenaline making her hands shake even harder. “Is he not at school?”

“Not according to the roll call. Let me check with his teacher again, and the breakfast club coordinator.”

“Can I stay on the line?” Breathe. She needed to breathe.

“Yes, let me put you on hold.”

Mia held the phone tightly against her ear, even though the hold music was blasting through the earpiece. She started rocking back and forth, her breath coming in short starts. He went to breakfast club. She saw him walk inside. It had to be a mistake.

“Ms. Devlin?” Shirley Mason said, taking her off hold. “I’ve spoken to both his teacher and the coordinator and neither has seen him today. Would you like me to call the police?