Free The Black Sheep's Redemption by Lynette Eason

strain of the morning still stamped on her face. His father handed Aaron over to her and she helped him load the kids into their car seats.
    His dad said, “See you at the house,” then walked toward his own car.
    As a result of Demi’s presence, Charles couldn’t help notice that the cloud of loneliness that Kathleen’s desertion had caused seemed to lift. He watched Demi tickle Aaron under his chin and laugh. Aaron laughed back and tried to copy Demi by wiggling his little fingers under her chin.
    Longing hit him. Hard. He wanted someone in his life. Someone who loved him, loved his kids. Someone like Demi.
    As he climbed behind the wheel, he scoffed at himself. Someone like Demi? He’d known the woman all of a week and it made him nervous that he was thinking long-term about her because he wasn’t sure he could trust his instincts anymore. They’d certainly been wrong about Kathleen. Could he trust them about Demi?
    And what about the person that seemed determined to keep flinging the blame for Olivia’s murder in his face? And the fact that most people in town considered him a suspect? He looked in the rearview mirror at his children, then over at Demi.
    His heart shuddered at the thought of something happening to them. In addition to keeping them all safe and clearing his name, he wanted to help Demi figure out who she was. But how?
    Unable to come up with a satisfying answer, he thought about the Glock he had locked in his safe at home. Might be a good time to start carrying it again. It would be one step toward keeping everyone safe.
    “Are you all right?”
    Charles jerked. Demi looked at him, her wide green eyes waiting for his answer.
    “Yes,” he smiled. “Just thinking.”
    “About what?”
    “A lot of things. But one thing was about trying to figure out a way to help you.”
    Interest brightened her face. “Like how?”
    “Just an idea I’ve got brewing in the back of my mind. Let me put it to my brother Owen and see what he thinks. If he decides it has merit, I’ll fill you in.”
    She frowned, but didn’t question him as she settled back into the seat. The drive to his father’s house didn’t take long.
    Inside, Victoria’s daughter, Paige, volunteered to entertain the children in the playroom. Charles let her, watched Keira take Demi under her wing and then headed off to the den to find Owen talking with Ryan and Hunter.
    Owen’s large frame hogged one end of the couch. Charles got his attention and waved him over. Curiosity etched on his features, Owen followed Charles into the hall. “What’s up?”
    “I want to help Demi try to figure out who she is.”
    Owen knew about the amnesia. Word had spread quickly that Charles had hired a woman with no memory. “What do you have in mind?”
    “Demi said the police posted her picture in the papers and on the news for several days after she woke up, but no one came to identify her.”
    “Could be the wrong part of the country. Could be she doesn’t have anyone.”
    Charles frowned. “That’s a sad thought.”
    “Yeah.” Owen glanced toward the den. “I know if one of us disappeared, Dad would stop at nothing to find us.”
    Charles knew that for a fact. “So what do you think about putting her picture back up on the news? See if we get a response?”
    Owen shrugged. “Sure, we can do it.” He pulled his phone from his pocket. “You got a picture of her?”
    Charles grabbed his own phone. “I will in a minute.”
    “I’ll let Deborah know it’s coming.” Deborah was the dispatcher. She’d see the picture was handled appropriately.
    Charles went in search of Demi and found her in the dining room placing a huge bowl of mashed potatoes in the center of the table. Even growing up in this family, he was still amazed at the amount of food they put away whenever they got together.
    She smiled when she saw him. He waved her over. “I need a picture of you.”
    Her right brow lifted. “Okay. What for?”
    “We’re going to put