timing when it wasn't something that could be helped.
"I promised the man I'd travel there to make some arrangements, speak to the children and maybe to his mother too."
Saul nodded jerkily. "That's a good idea. I'll talk to Gavin soon, once he feels better. But in the meantime, Finn... Thanks for this, for handling it in my stead, I mean. I don't think I could have left his side now, not even for something so serious."
"Don't worry about it," Finn said. "I want to go."
And unsurprisingly, he found he actually meant it. He suspected he'd only learn why once he finally met Parker Knight.
Chapter Two
Parker didn't know what to expect from his meeting with Finn Simmons. He wanted to pace, and probably would have if not for the presence of the two boys. From their place at the table, Kyle stared at him, while Jack just played with his soggy cereal and analyzed his bowl like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
Parker wanted to say everything would be all right, but he didn't know that for a fact. If anything, the conversation the day before had made the children more anxious, their one anchor in the world—their elusive older brother—in danger of being taken away.
But Parker had assumed a responsibility when he'd agreed to care for the boys for a few days, and he couldn't just let them wallow in their distress. He walked to Kyle's side and patted his shoulder. "Gavin's brother-in-law will be here any moment now," he said. "He'll tell us more about Gavin's condition and when you can see him."
Kyle scowled fiercely. "I wanted to talk to him. Mom said we could."
"And you will, Kyle, I promise," Parker said. "Just be a little patient. Things aren't always as easy as we'd like. I do think Mr. Simmons was honest with regard to your brother's injury, which means that you'll get to see him very soon. That's a comforting thought, isn't it?"
Jack finally looked up from his cereal, his big eyes teary. Much to Parker's surprise, the boy launched himself at Parker and hugged him—insofar as he could, at least, taking into account the height difference. He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. Parker just knelt by his side and hugged him back. "Shh... Don't be afraid. I'm here for you."
Kyle soon joined in the embrace, although he was still scowling, like he was resentful of himself for succumbing to it. It was so easy for Parker to see himself in the two boys, the way he'd been during the perpetual leaps from foster house to foster house and all throughout his long stay at the orphanage. More than once, he had wept just as Jack did now, and he'd put up a mask of hostility when it had become obvious that tears just made him vulnerable. But that was in the past, and Parker wanted to teach these kids to smile again.
They were still hugging when Parker heard a car pull in. Parker pressed a kiss to Jack's forehead and ruffled Kyle's hair. "Okay, that's probably him," he said as he got up. "Finish your breakfast while I go greet him."
The two boys complied, returning to their seats at the table. Parker gave them one more look and mentally reassured himself that they'd stay out of trouble even if he wasn't physically present. He was truly reluctant to leave them alone—especially since he'd gotten ever more attached to them—but it couldn't be helped.
The doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of his visitor. Parker turned on his heel and rushed to his hallway. He opened the door, only to freeze when he found himself facing the hottest man he'd seen in his entire life.
His guest's elegant business suit did nothing to disguise his muscular build, and Parker had the urge to peel off the layers of clothing and find the tanned skin underneath. He wanted to bury his fingers in the man's close-cropped, black hair and press his mouth to those full lips that seemed to be made for kissing. He wanted to drop to his knees and shove the man's pants off, to see if he was just as big all over.
But of course, he did