Chapter 148 More Trouble!

• Roxanne was at home late that night, her son cradled on her lap. Little Xander had not let her out of his sight from the time she had returned from the hospital. Now she sat, his small, warm and plump body on her lap, her feet stretched out as she rested them on the ottoman. She sighed and shifted. Van Dyle had called and she had just ended the conversation. Roxanne bent her brown head and kissed her son’s soft head, the curls tickling her nose.
• Her Daddy had been calling every half an hour, the fear in his voice clear as he checked up on her.
• “I’m safe, Daddy,” Roxanne had whispered the last time he called, leaning her head against the door as she stared out at the night, which was falling outside her window.