But how could she trust any man when it appeared her husband might have deceived her as well as Rice? “We’re going to find Petey,” Colt said gruffly. “You have to keep telling yourself that. You can’t lose faith.” “I don’t know what I believe anymore,” she said on a pained sigh. “It seems like everyone I’ve ever known has lied to me.” “I promise never to lie to you,” he said in a husky voice. Serena sensed he meant it, but what if he already had lied? What if they didn’t find her son? Their earlier kiss teased her mind, and she pulled her hand free from his. That kiss had felt too good, too tempting. Too selfish. She couldn’t rely on Colt or anyone else, or put her own needs before Petey’s. Hadn’t the streets taught her about survival? Sure, she’d softened after she’d married Parker. She’d allowed him to take care of her and Petey, but then he had been murdered, and they were alone, on their own. If she’d stayed on her own instead of allowing Lyle Rice into her life, she and Petey would be safe at home now.
