Free You & Me Make Three: Barrington Billionaire's Series: Book Three by Jeannette Winters Page A

then one from college. He knew the building well. Boston University. Nice. And surprising. I thought Bennett said she worked in a coffee house. Why?
    One more question on his growing list of things to ask her. As he came to the final row of pictures, Morgan was no longer alone. She held a baby, then a toddler, and finally a child who looked school age. She has a child. A son. He looked back through them and didn’t see any male figure in the pictures with her.
    “That’s Morgan and her son, Tyler. He’s a handsome young man isn’t he?”
    “Yes.” He didn’t turn from the picture. Her eyes were so full of life, of happiness. He could stand there all day looking at her. And where is that smile when she’s with me? Maybe I haven’t given her a reason to smile.
    He thought back to the past week. He honestly didn’t treat her worse than anyone else, but that didn’t mean he treated her nicely either. What can I say? I’m an asshole. I admit it.
    “Where’s his father?” Shaun didn’t even realize he voiced the question out loud, but he didn’t regret doing so.
    “He’s a very . . . selfish person. He’s not been in their life since Tyler turned three.”
    He turned from the picture and asked, “At all?”
    She shook her head. “Morgan has done it all on her own. She’s an amazing woman. When Walter, Tyler’s father, walked out of their lives, she could’ve given up, but she didn’t. Instead she worked even harder to give her son everything he needed and more.”
    What a fucking jerk. He has a son and a beautiful wife, and he abandoned them for what? Was it another woman? The responsibility of being a father? Oh, I don’t know him, but I would love to knock him on his weak, cowardly ass.
    “Why don’t you come and sit in the living room and have some lemonade while waiting for them to get back. She has a little apartment upstairs for her and Tyler, but they will stop here before going up. They always do.”
    Ah. She’s not home. That explains why she hasn’t burst in asking what the hell I’m doing here. “That would be nice.”
    “My name is Elisabeth, by the way.”
    “Shaun.”
    Once again there was that look in her eye that said, I know. Had Morgan talked about him? Judging how forthcoming Elisabeth was being, she must have. Ah, so I wasn’t just some stranger. But did she tell you what a jerk I’ve been? No. If she had, I probably wouldn’t have even been allowed on the stoop, never mind sipping on lemonade in your home.
    As he sat listening to family stories of Morgan’s youth, he knew he’d been so wrong about her. She was, as her mother said, amazing. He went to all the best schools, but she earned full scholarships and graduated with a 4.0. Morgan, you are a mystery that I’m looking forward to getting to know better.
    As she rounded the corner on the bicycle built for two, Tyler shouted, “Home Mommy. Home.”
    “Yes, Tyler. We’re almost there.” The house was just around the next bend, and he knew it. He loved to go for a ride, but she knew he couldn’t be trusted to ride alone. He became easily distracted and had no concept of oncoming traffic. Never mind that he could wander away and easily get lost. So every weekend they went for a ride, which meant she did most of the pedaling, but she loved it. They both did, and it gave them an opportunity to get some fresh air, and her a little exercise. It had been a long winter, but they were going to enjoy spring to its fullest.
    Before she saw the house, she noticed what was parked in the street in front of it. The limo looked as out of place as an elephant in a pet shop. There was a very slim chance it was Walter or his father. Neither of them would come to see her. And if they wanted to see Tyler, they wouldn’t do it here. A place below their class. Not that either of them have any. That left only one person. Shaun. What does he want that can’t wait till I’m back at the office? Morgan almost slammed on the brakes, but