Keep Her From Harm (The Denton Family Legacy 4)

“Wow,” she said. “This is totally larger than my entire apartment.”

They had only gotten to the main

sitting room. He wondered if Mia even realized for a second that her life was about to change completely.

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Mia had never seen something so luxurious in all of her life. Reese made a little fuss, but he soon settled into her arms. He was a good baby, and one that did like to sleep a lot. She’d been blessed in that department. Mary had told her of her own son who would scream all hours of the night, and then sleep all day, and it was a vicious cycle that in the end cost her a husband.

“So as you can see this is the main sitting room. You can pick any channel you want, and there’s no charge or anything. Again, what is mine is yours, and all that.” He moved through another door. “This is the dining and kitchen area. I don’t do a lot of cooking. Knowing my mom, it’s fully stocked for if I do feel like cooking, but I don’t like it.”

“I enjoy cooking.” She had never been able to afford to do anything other than noodles. Many times she had visited the library and would look through some of the cookbooks hoping to one day be able to afford the ingredients to cook. She was so broke at times that buying fresh fruit and vegetables or spices had been out of the question.

“It’s yours. Whatever you want to try or do, go ahead. I’ve got no problem. I love food.”

They moved toward an office, which was his, and there were a few books on the bookshelves, but most of them were bare. Next, he showed her his room, then the nursery, and they both placed Martha and Reese down inside the one crib. It was big enough for the two of them, and she watched as she seemed to curl together. She loved Reese with all of her heart.

“Right, your room.”

Her room was next to the nursery on the other side while Damian’s was on the other. The bedroom was bigger than her apartment. The bed was large, easily a queen size, and the sheets looked like heaven, not that she was an expert on sheets or anything else.

“You’ve got a walk-in closet, a vanity table, and through here is your personal bathroom.”

“This is just so much.”

“I loved this place from the moment I laid eyes on it,” Damian said. “I guess I’m a bit of a girl. I like the finer things in life.”

She smiled. “I imagine a lot of people like all he finer things in life, they just can’t always have it, and so they ignore it. You know the drill.”

“I do.” He winked at her, and then he moved toward the door. “I will let you get settled in.”

Mia glanced down at her well-worn jeans, and overly large shirt, and opened her arms before slapping them down at her sides. “I’m settled.”

“Clothes and details. Follow me to the table.”

She did, watching as he took a walkie-talkie with him, and she heard their kids breathing over it. “Thank you. I’m sorry to be a nuisance to you.”

“You’re not a nuisance. I caused you problems by taking you away from him. I’m fixing it.”

She sat down at the table, and Damian left, grabbing something out of the fridge. He placed two sodas on the table.

“Right, here we go. A catalogue of everything you’re going to need.” He also had a notepad and pen. “Have a look and I’ll note it down, and then I will order it for you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“We’re not going back to that shithole. You can forget about that life now. I’m here. I’m going to help.”

“I don’t want charity.”

He sat back and stared at her. “I’m not offering you charity. You’re going to work for me, and take care of Martha. Keep this place up to speed, cook, and everything that a housecleaner and nanny would do.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked.

“Why do you have trouble trusting people?”

“I’ve lived my entire life with someone wanting something in return. What do you want?”

“I saw the mother of my kid in a bathtub with her wrists slit. You ever thought that I just want to help someone?”