That had been her one calculated effort once she’d accepted that this day would come whether she wanted it to or not. Matt had respected every limit she’d set in her quest to raise Caleb alone. The two of them deserved to have some common ground from the first introduction.
Strange that until now, when she could only guess at Caleb’s reactions, her choices had never felt quite so selfish or self-serving. She’d been so confident that giving Matt room to have a Military career unencumbered by a whoops baby was the right thing for everyone.
Now she felt as if she’d done them all a grave disservice.
Matt gathered his thoughts before striding to the general’s office. He supposed this conversation would be good practice for telling his parents about Caleb. It was rather surreal that he’d be having that conversation tonight.
He knocked lightly on the open door. “Do you have a minute, sir?”
“Come in,” Knudson said. His normally jovial smile was slower to show up today. “Have you heard something from the police?”
“No, sir. This is a different matter. Personal.” He closed the door and came forward to stand next to the guest chairs.
“And serious,” Knudson observed. “Have a seat.”
“Thank you.” Better to just get it out there as efficiently as possible. “I have a son.” Wow. He was finally getting to share this with someone. A surge of pride shot through him as the general’s eyebrows lifted. “He’s fourteen, almost fifteen,” Matt added, thinking aloud. “His mother has been raising him alone. She insisted on complete privacy on the issue, although I’ve contributed financial child support since the start.”
“Well, that’s the responsible move, son.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I can assume there’s a legal arrangement?”
“Yes, sir,” Matt confirmed. “And it’s been noted properly all the way through my security clearance investigations.”
“All right.” Knudson bobbed his chin. “Why has it become an issue today?”
Matt kept his shoulders back when he wanted to slouch with relief. “It seems he’s learned about me. He didn’t find out from his mother.”
“The security breach?”
“Possibly, though I don’t see how a fourteen-year-old would have access to my personnel records, even if he knew to look for them. His mother just called to let me know he skipped school and appears to be on a train scheduled to arrive at Union Station in about forty minutes.”
The general gave a short bark of laughter. “Sounds like he’s a chip off the old block after all.”
“Possibly,” Matt allowed, trying not to smile. “I suppose my mother would know that answer.” Assuming his mother had known he had a son.
“Always admired your mother,” Knudson said. “Ben and Patricia are dear, dear friends.” He studied Matt long enough that it was a struggle not to fidget. “I take it I’m the first person you’ve told?”
“Yes, sir. Outside of the JAG office and the security clearance investigators,” Matt replied.
Knudson’s gaze grew serious. “If I could offer a piece of advice?”
“Please, sir.”
“You’ll want to soften up that delivery some and show more remorse about keeping the secret—whatever the reasons—when you tell your mom.”
“Thank you, sir.” Matt intended to do all of that and more.
He’d been trying to be as efficient as possible with Knudson, in the interest of time. He already had a shopping cart loaded with her favorite wine and chocolates waiting online. All he had to do was complete the purchase and request rush delivery. He’d also made a mental note to bring flowers with him whenever he saw her in person, for now until the end of time.
“Take the rest of the day off,” Knudson said. “But if you bring him for a tour, I’d like to meet him.”
Matt made appropriate assurances and escaped the office, arranging for a ride to Union Station. By the time he arrived, the train Caleb was likely on was only a few minutes out. Matt breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn’t been here in time, Bethany would have cause to skin them both.
It wasn’t easy trying to spot one teenage boy as passengers flooded from the trains and into the terminal. He’d only ever seen Caleb in school or soccer-team pictures. Bethany was commendably stingy about posting more candid photos of him online. Understandable, but it meant he had to look at how people moved in groups rather than for the individual face. Even at midday, the terminal was busy enough that he almost missed a young man of the right height and age passing by alone, his face down as he fiddled with his cell phone.
Matt fell in behind him and dialed Caleb’s number.
The kid who was a few paces in front of him stepped out of the flow of foot traffic and swiped the screen to answer. “Hello?”
Matt heard it through the phone a half second after he watched Caleb’s mouth form the word. “Hi, Caleb,” Matt answered. The kid looked so much like his mother, it was uncanny. He had her big brown eyes, under straight eyebrows. His dark blond hair, cut in a modern, subtle Mohawk, was streaked by the sun from his time on the soccer field. Matt had seen the resemblance in the pictures. In real life, the similarities were startling. What now?
Caleb’s gaze darted around the terminal before landing on Matt. The hand holding the phone seemed to melt as he stared.
Matt couldn’t move. His heart had lost its rhythm and his breath stalled. He’d felt stronger on his first jump from an airplane to graduate Airborne School. This was his son. His son. Those two words comprised the entire sum of his thoughts, and time seemed to slow to a crawl.
And he was a father, damn it. Gathering himself, he took a firm step forward, catching himself before he yanked Caleb into a bear hug. One more step and he closed the distance, sticking out his hand. “Matt Riley. Pleased to meet you.”
Eyes wide, the kid met his handshake, and words seemed to fail him.
Matt understood the magnitude of the moment and sympathized. He was still on the verge of losing it himself. “You are Caleb, right?” The boy nodded. “Good.” Matt tried to smile. “Your mom, Bethany Trent, called and told me you might be here.”
At the mention of his mom, Caleb blanched. “She already knows I’m here?”
Matt nodded. “She says you’ve dodged her calls and texts.”
“No.” He hunched his shoulders, as if he could slouch into the shelter of his backpack. “Technically my phone is supposed to be off during school hours.”
Technically. Matt remembered how poorly that excuse worked on his mother. “Do you know who I am?”
Caleb nodded, swallowing hard.
“Good. Call your mom. Let her know you’re safe.”
Matt waited, laying a hand on his son’s shoulder when he saw him sending a text. “Call. Use the speaker.”
“Yes, sir.” Caleb swiped to a different screen and held the phone so Matt could see the display, as well.
When Bethany answered, her relief was obvious but it didn’t take long for that relief to give way to blistering anger. “I’m glad you’re safe,” she said. “Matt and I have decided he will bring you home and we’ll discuss this together.”
“Mom, I just—”
“Tonight, Caleb.” She cut him off. “There will be consequences. Behave for Matt. I love you.”
“Yes, ma’am. Love you, too.” He pocketed the phone and stared up at Matt.
“I’m supposed to tell you you’re grounded.”
“A given,” Caleb said with a shrug. “I thought I’d have a few hours at least before she had a chance to say that. The truancy calls don’t go out until the evening.”
Matt didn’t know anything about truancy calls. His thoughts were tied up with the realization that it wouldn’t be too long before he was looking his son in the eye. He’d missed out, been held back, from so much.
“So,” he began, worried about making the wrong move here. “This wasn’t a school-sanctioned field trip. Did you have a plan?”
Caleb’s narrow shoulders slumped. “Sort of.”
“You were going to navigate Washington, DC, on your own?”
“To find you and meet you? Yeah.” He bumped one heel against the toe of his other foot. “I really thought we’d have some time to talk before she realized I wasn’t where I was supposed to be.”
What had motivated him to take this kind of chance now? “How did you even know to come looking for me?” Matt asked.
Caleb turned away, hefted his backpack. “Mom told me you—”
“Try again.”
Caleb’s head snapped up. “What?”
His mother would have corrected him, but Matt wasn’t going to mark this first hour of parenting with discipline and lessons in manners. “I know your mom’s never told you my name.” Matt watched a glint of battle fire in Caleb’s eyes and braced for an argument, but he subsided with another shrug. “She invited me to dinner tonight so we could tell you together.”
“I knew it,” he muttered. “Greek chicken is always for company.”
Matt wasn’t sure he followed that topic change, chalked it up to the communication deficit. It had been a long time since he’d dealt with kids this age.
“Come on, let’s walk.” He resisted the urge to put his arm around the kid’s shoulders.
“Do you really work in the Pentagon?” Caleb asked. “Can I have a tour?”
“Not today.” Inexplicably uneasy, Matt glanced around. “Where did you get your information?”
“I got a snap with your name and rank. A picture,” he added.
Matt knew which cell phone app Caleb was referring to. Typically the messages disappeared within a few seconds of being opened by the recipient.
“And you thought I sent it?”
“No,” Caleb said.
“The sender have a user name?” Matt asked when Caleb didn’t volunteer more information.
“Does it matter?” He hefted the backpack again. “He double-checked who I was and then more stuff came through. Stuff about you. The information was real, obviously.”
“Obviously.” Matt didn’t like the way this was shaping up. “When did you get the messages?”
He cocked his head, thinking. “The first one was about two weeks ago.”
That would fit the likely timeline as the compromised information was being sold off. “There were more?” At the boy’s nod, Matt asked, “Did you save the messages?”
Caleb’s lip curled. “Like I wanna pay for a free app? I made notes, though.”
“Good.” An itch had cropped up between his shoulder blades. Instinct drove him to get away from the terminal and into a safe space that was out of the public eye, as fast as possible. Rather than pick up the Metro here and head straight for the Pentagon or his condo, he decided to be less predictable. “Where did you keep those notes?”
“The hard copies are at home. I have a file on the cloud, too.”
“All right.” That would give investigators something to work with. As soon as he decided which law enforcement agency might consider a few random snaps as a crime.
“The snaps were clues sort of,” Caleb was saying. “Like I’d get a name or place, maybe a picture. Then I would start digging around online. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Except skip school, take a train alone to a city you don’t know and lie to your mom about it.”
“She’s lied to me, too,” Caleb shot back, his gaze full of hurt. “All. My. Life.”
“Well, life’s about to change,” Matt said, wincing. That didn’t take long. A dad for ten minutes and he was already quoting his father’s wisdom. He kept Caleb close as they moved along the sidewalk, sidestepping tourists. “And three lives are permanently changed now.”
“You’re mad at me.”
Matt had to slow down as Caleb began dragging his feet. They weren’t safe yet, though Matt couldn’t point to any specific reason why he felt they were at risk. “I’m not mad at you.” He was aggravated with whoever compelled his son to take these risks. And he wasn’t exactly thrilled with Bethany for keeping him out of Caleb’s life this long.
He gripped Caleb’s shoulders lightly, waiting for him to meet his gaze. “You were resourceful and smart right up until you skipped school and made your mom worry. Moms don’t like that kind of thing.”
“You worried your mom?”
“More than once,” Matt confessed. “You think I was hatched in this uniform?” Caleb snickered. “That’s how I know.” Bethany and Patricia had similar standards about child-rearing. No wonder he loved her still.
Whoa. Love? That had to be some transference effect of being around Caleb. Regardless, he’d pick it apart later. Right now, they needed to keep moving. He was sure someone was watching them, although he couldn’t spot the tail.
If Caleb reached DC without any trouble, only to get hurt on Matt’s watch, on his first day of parenting, he’d never forgive himself. Nor would he ever be forgiven. He ducked into the next storefront, pleased to discover it was a deli. “Hungry?”
They moved to the counter and ordered a couple of sandwiches and soft drinks. It was early for the lunch rush, so they had their pick of the few tables. Matt guided Caleb to a two-top near the back wall and took the seat that gave him a view of the door and sidewalk out front.
While they waited for their food, Matt sent a text message to his office, offering to bring back lunch for everyone. It would give them a place away from prying eyes to regroup and make a plan.
“You look mad,” Caleb said.
“I’ve been told that. It’s my thinking face,” Matt explained. He wouldn’t lump fear or worry onto his son’s shoulders. “Your timing is crazy,” he said, trying to smile. “We really were going to tell you tonight. Your mom was convinced the acting out would start tomorrow.”
Caleb dragged the drink straw up and down through the hole in the lid, making an annoying noise. Matt didn’t react. His little brothers, twins, were five years younger. He could teach master classes on how to ignore annoying moments and get even later.
“How is your soccer season?” he asked.
The noise stopped suddenly. “Now you want to be a dad?”
He’d wanted that from the beginning. “I’d like to get to know you.” He would not blame Bethany for the estrangement. “You came to me.” He sat back, spreading his hands. “Now’s your chance. Just you and me. I’m an open book.”
Caleb’s eyes narrowed as he judged the offer. “Did you not want me?”
“Of course I wanted you,” Matt said.
He leaned forward, his voice low. “Then where have you been?”
And now he understood why Bethany hadn’t wanted to face this conversation alone. Man up, Riley. Hard questions now equaled a single drop in the ocean compared to what she’d been handling for Caleb’s entire life. “There hasn’t been a day since your mom got pregnant that I haven’t wanted you.” The resulting eye roll didn’t surprise him, but it prompted a change in tactic. “How did you find out about me?”
“I told you. The snaps.”
“Right. And how do you think the sender got the information?”
Caleb’s eyebrows dipped into a perplexed frown. “Never thought about it.”
“The personnel records for the Military were hacked recently. About the time you started getting messages on that app. The reason there was information for someone to send to you is because I’ve been sending your mother a percentage of my pay as financial support every month since before you were born.” He decided not to mention the threatening letter Bethany received last night, but it would be more for investigators to piece together.
Caleb’s gaze narrowed as he studied Matt. “So what’s wrong with you that Mom didn’t think you should stick around?”
Matt supposed that was the easy way to put it, and he wished it didn’t feel like the truth. “We met at West Point. We were in the same cadet class there and became friends.” Matt couldn’t suppress a smile at the fonder memories. “We were young and we cared about each other a great deal,” he continued. “Your mom made some really tough choices when she found out she was pregnant. She did what she thought was best for her and ultimately for you.” She’d cut him out and left him reeling. “I honored her choices, but insisted on helping in the only way she would let me.”
The sandwiches were delivered and Matt asked the server about a to-go order for the office.
“Mom never said anything about going to West Point.” Caleb frowned again as he squeezed ketchup into a puddle beside his french fries.
“She was there for three semesters,” Matt said. “She transferred to another school when we got pregnant.”
“Why didn’t you tell anyone I was your baby or anything?”
Bethany had insisted it would be an honor violation that would get them both expelled, ruining his career and jeopardizing her transfer and scholarship. He’d been willing to risk the potential demotion or discipline. Hell, he’d been willing to transfer with her to a new school. She’d refused, claiming his place was to follow in his father’s footsteps. She’d turned down every option Matt offered on the basis of personal responsibility: her body, her rules.
If she wanted Caleb to know all of that, she’d have to share it. He didn’t feel it was his place to do so.
“I wanted to,” Matt said at last. “And I did my best to convince her to let me be part of your family from the start.”
Caleb studied him again, apparently finding the explanation sincere. “Mom can be pretty stubborn.”
“Her picture is part of the dictionary definition,” Matt agreed, making Caleb laugh.
The unexpected burst of such a happy sound reminded Matt of Bethany. Jealousy flared and flashed through him that she’d had a lifetime with Caleb and kept him out of the loop. Thankfully the bitter-tasting emotion drained out of him almost as quickly as it had appeared.
This wasn’t all on her. He could have pressed for his paternal rights and visitation and probably should have. Had they both taken advantage of the easier, ready excuses of his career and her independence? However this had come about, now they had a chance to make a better choice and create a fresh start for their future as a family.
“Why do you keep staring at the window?”
He didn’t miss a trick. Matt approved of his observation skills. He thought about shooting straight with him and anticipated Bethany’s reaction to that. Their son was only fourteen. He tempered his answer to fall somewhere in the middle. “You finding me now seems tied to the security breach, hack or whatever the official term will be. I don’t trust that kind of coincidence. Something feels off.”
Caleb twisted around to check for himself, and then turned back and tucked into the food again. “You think I was followed?”
Or sent. He kept that theory to himself. It seemed a little far-fetched, even in his head. “It’s crossed my mind.”
Assuming this situation was a deliberate setup and put into motion by someone who’d used the compromised information, it pissed him off. Of the three of them, only Matt hadn’t been threatened. It infuriated him that some jerk would target the innocent civilians tied to his profile rather than come after him directly.
“Cool. It’s like James Bond or something.”
Matt should have known. “This isn’t a movie, Caleb. If someone used you or manipulated this situation, that stops now.”
“So you’re sorry I found you.”
“No, I didn’t say that.” His appetite gone, Matt wrapped the remains of his sandwich for later. He couldn’t expect Caleb to instantly accept and believe that Matt loved him and had always wanted to be part of his life. “All this time, I’ve only had pictures and a few annual updates. I’ve wanted to meet you for some time. You can verify that with your mom tonight over Greek chicken.”
“I will.”
“Good.” His phone chirped with a text message that the order for the office was ready. “If you’re not done, we’ll get a to-go box and you can eat with the rest of the general’s staff at the Pentagon.”
“You mean it? We’ll eat inside the Pentagon, really?”
Matt nodded. “Go get a box for each of us. I’m calling for a car.”
Caleb jumped up and hurried to the counter and Matt pulled up the app on his phone, only to be interrupted by another text message that the general’s car was on the way to pick them up. Although Matt might have protested the assist in the past, today he was happy to accept.
This wasn’t a combat zone, but something out here was pushing his buttons. He needed the familiar confidence of knowing he had a team at his back, even if they were all currently in administration roles.