little family and then he’d get on with his life, such as it was. Although, he had to admit he’d found more joy in shopping for these three girls than he’d found in much of anything else in the last year. It just proved he was ready to move on and start the next chapter of his life. Preferably one that included a mate and children.
“Can we see your house?” Winnie asked.
Reyvor smiled. “Well, it isn’t mine yet. I still have to pay for it and sign papers.”
Nikki’s lips twisted and she stabbed her eggs with a little more force than Reyvor thought was necessary. He could tell their current way of life weighed heaviest on her, and he wondered what he could do to help. What would it be like to be so young, be dependent on someone else, and have them fail to provide the basics you needed to survive? He had no doubt Hazel was doing the best she could, but it wasn’t enough, and Nikki was aware of that.
“If you could do anything today, Nikki, what would it be?” he asked.
“Find a place to live and Mom a job to pay for it.”
He’d hoped she would ask to go shopping or to the zoo. Those things he could give her, but a permanent home? As far as he was concerned, they could stay with him for as long as they needed, but he knew Hazel wouldn’t agree to it. It wasn’t right these young children had to live on the streets, but their mother was stubborn.
“That’s something I’d have to discuss with your mother. Where you live is up to her.”
Nikki scowled. “If we leave it up to her, we’ll be on the streets forever. Daddy might be mean, but at least we had food when we lived with him.”
Mean?
“Daddy hit us and hurt Mommy,” Abby said.
His stomach clenched at the thought of anyone raising a hand to these children or their mother. Obviously, this family had been in need long before they decided to live on the streets, and now at least a little of the puzzle was solved. He knew why they were on the streets, but he didn’t understand why someone hadn’t helped them by now.
“Mom made us leave while Daddy was at work,” Nikki said.
“Are your parents still married?” he asked, needing to know if an irate father could land on his doorstep.
“They were never married,” Winnie said. “They didn’t even live together until the last year when Mommy lost her job. Daddy said we could all come live with him so we’d have a place to stay.”
And then he’d abused their trust. Asshole. Reyvor wasn’t sure what to do about the family sitting before him, but he was determined to help them. There had to be something he could do for them. His gaze strayed to the woman sleeping peacefully on the sofa. How long had it been since she’d gotten a good night’s rest? She’d confessed they hadn’t eaten in two days, and the kids had told him they slept at the park out in the open. Their way of life was far from safe, but how could he convince Hazel to trust him?
“Can we stay with you?” Abby asked. “It’s nice here.”
“That’s up to your mother,” Reyvor said. “I don’t mind if you stay longer.”
The cell phone he’d purchase not too long ago jingled from his pocket. He pulled it out and frowned at the display, not recognizing the number. Then he remembered he’d told the realtor to find him once he had more information on the house, a house he very much needed right now. If he had a place with lots of space, maybe he could convince Hazel to stay with him longer.
“This is Reyvor,” he said, answering the call.
“Mr. Reyvor, this is John, the realtor you spoke with last night? I looked into that property and it seems it’s already sold. However, I printed off a list of other available properties in that same price range and thought I’d bring them to you and we could check out a few whenever you’re ready.”
“That sounds time consuming. How long does it take to look at houses, and actually move into one?”
“I guess it depends on the situation. If you find a