If the vulnerable look on Tressa’s face when he’d picked Levi up from Amelia’s little beach house on Monday afternoon hadn’t been enough, the fist clenching his own gut as he dropped Levi off at day care on Tuesday would have done it. But he’d already been disturbed by Lacey’s effect on him. Fantasies of the woman had followed him all over his boat as he’d spent the weekend alone in his garage, building his dream, with a couple of jaunts out to celebrate the holiday. Dillon, his most trusted foreman and college buddy who’d dropped out to marry his pregnant girlfriend, had had him over on Saturday night for a barbecue with him and his family. On Monday he’d met a group of the guys at a local bar for a couple of brews. Still, if it hadn’t been for the social worker hanging around in the back of his mind all the time, he wouldn’t have worried at all when he had to leave his son in safekeeping so he could get to work on time Tuesday.
