"And your parents had a lot of them?" she guessed without too much difficulty.
"You could say that. Ever hear the term upper crust?"
"Of course."
"Well imagine all that term implies. My brother and I conformed. She didn't."
Zoe raised an eyebrow, interested in his background for reasons that went beyond Sam. "How many brothers and sisters do you have?"
"There were three of us in total. There's the oldest, J.T., then came Faith, then me." His eyes glazed over at the mention of his sister's name.
"So Faith was the only girl."
He nodded. "My parents had high hopes for her. They expected her to have a traditional coming-out when she turned sixteen, but Faith was anything but traditional."
Being so close to her family, and knowing what Ari had gone through when Zoe'd had to fake her disappearance, she could empathize with his pain over his sister.
She squeezed his hand tight. "I really am sorry." And she was, despite that he might want to take Sam away. "So your folks must be thrilled that you've found Sam." Her voice caught in her throat, this time at her pain over the fear of losing someone.
"My family is adjusting to the news," he said vaguely. "So how do you care for a pig?"
A not-so-subtle change of subject and Zoe made a mental note to mention it to Quinn and Connor during their meeting tomorrow morning. Planning the discussion at the office seemed like an even better idea now, since she didn't want to run the risk of Sam or anyone else in the family overhearing. And now that she'd found out some more information on Ryan Baldwin, she decided to play along with his topic change.
"You can feed and train the pig like any other domestic animal. Don't you read the papers? George Clooney has one and he loves that animal more than any woman he's met yet. Want to go meet Ima?" she asked.
"Ima Pig," he said and shuddered. "No thanks. I'll avoid it for now."
"Chicken." Zoe grinned. "So where are you staying?"
"TrumpPlaza."
"All the way in Atlantic City?" she asked. With their house right by the beach, there were a number of small, but nice hotels and motels closer to Ocean Isle.
"It's only twenty minutes according to AAA."
She rolled her eyes. "Let me guess. A motel close by never even crossed your highfalutin mind."
He opened his mouth to speak, then shook his head. "Never mind. You already seem to have my number."
"That I do, Mr. Baldwin. Just tell me that you're going to honor our deal." Because she had no choice but to trust him.
Trust that he wouldn't go to Social Services and announce his status as Sam's uncle. Trust that he wouldn't tell her parents and completely freak them out, sending them into a tailspin and likely triggering a reaction she didn't even want to imagine. And worse, she had to trust that he wouldn't tell Sam.
Zoe swallowed hard.
This time he squeezed her hand tight. She'd grown so comfortable, she'd forgotten they were still standing that way.
"I realize you don't know me well and that I just showed up out of nowhere and turned your life upside down. But if there's one thing I can promise you, it's that despite my social-worker lie, I'm a man of my word. If I make you a promise, you can believe in me." His voice grew low and husky.
"And?" she asked.
"And I promise to keep my end of the deal." Those deep brown eyes met hers, warm and compelling. Sexy and real.
She had to be a fool- because she believed him. "I have a meeting tomorrow morning so I'd appreciate it if you didn't show up here until after noon."
He nodded. "I can do that."
She had one more question before she walked him to the door. "What do you do that you can take time off so easily and hang around Ocean Isle until this gets resolved?"
"I'm a lawyer."
Swell, she thought, but she'd had to ask. "Family practice, I take it?"
He shook his head. "I might have conformed better than my sister, but there are still things I do my own way." In his gaze, she thought she saw a hint of mischief. A sexual warning of sorts.
But then she reminded herself that this was Mr. Conservative and she had to be mistaken. Still, she couldn't help but think of him doing things to her his own way.
"I'll keep that in mind," she heard herself say before pulling him back to the family for his goodbyes.
THE NEXT DAY, Zoe showed up early for the meeting with her partners so she could prep what to tell the two men. Both had a soft spot for very few people, but Sam was at the top of their list. Now Zoe paced the office space she, Quinn and Connor had recently rented, located about a block from the rec center where the men volunteered and where Sam hung out after school. On a clear day like today, the large office windows provided a nice view of the ocean. It was a decent amount of space for their rental money. All that was missing was a firm name, but what had been a priority yesterday seemed insignificant today in comparison to the problem Ryan Baldwin presented.
"Are you going to tell us what's wrong or are you just going to wear out the new carpet?" Quinn asked, his voice tight with frustration.
Zoe groaned and detailed all she'd learned from Ryan yesterday, including his true identity.
"He's Sam's what?" Quinn yelled, shaking the walls if not the foundation.
Zoe winced. If anyone had a stake in Sam's future, it was the man who'd secured her first one foster home, then another in an effort to find her a good, solid home. Being a product of the foster-care system, Quinn understood only too well how abandoned, traumatized and confused Sam would feel upon learning the truth.
If it was the truth. But after a few hours in Ryan's company, Zoe believed him.
She handed Quinn the papers Ryan had given her. "I'd handle digging into Baldwin's family and background myself except that I want to be around the house at all times. I don't want him alone with Sam, or my parents, for that matter. I need what little control I can get over him and this situation."
Quinn ran a hand through his brown hair as he flipped through the papers. "His sister's birth certificate, even her death certificate…Holy hell," he muttered. "All this bastard has to do is demand a DNA test and he can prove he's family. From there, a judge would only be too happy to hand her over."
"Jeez, Quinn. Thanks for the vote of confidence. He says he's from Boston, has two siblings including Sam's mother, and from what I can gather, they're on the uptight side."
"That much was obvious from the way he jumped out of the way when Sam tried to put the pig in his arms," Connor said, chuckling.
"And you're one to talk. My family still gives you hives." Zoe laughed.
Connor had the grace to flush red in his cheeks. "Only because I'm not used to so many wacky people in the room at one time."
"He was probably afraid the pig would soil his designer duds," Quinn offered helpfully.
Zoe drew a deep breath before giving her opinion. "He seems nice enough. In fact I wish I'd met him under other circumstances. If I could just get him to loosen up a little, we could have some fun."
"Changing from tight-ass briefs to boxers would accomplish the same thing." Connor rolled a pen between his palms as he contemplated the thought. "Seriously, Zoe, you can't get involved with the guy. Talk about a conflict of interest!"
"Hell yes, she can," Quinn said.
Zoe and Connor's gaze flew to their partner's. "What?" they asked simultaneously.
"You already made the decision to stick close to home until we figure out how to handle the guy, right?" Quinn leaned forward, elbows on his desk, and pinned Zoe with a determined glare.
Too bad she'd long ago learned how to handle wannabe bad guys like Quinn. "Yes. But you don't scare me, so lose the Bad Cop look. I'm already on your team," she reminded him. "Of course I'm sticking by Sam's side. What's your point?"
"Well it's summertime. She'll be all over the place with her friends and we don't want Ryan Baldwin loose in town, asking questions and stirring up trouble. So use that chemistry to your advantage and when you can't be with Sam, make it your business to be all over Baldwin. From what I noticed in the kitchen last night, you won't find the assignment a hardship." A smart-ass smirk was on Quinn's face while Connor was doing his best not to snicker.