“You stole company information.”

“I preserved something I was afraid you’d destroy.”

He took another step.

Instinctively I moved my suitcase between us.

Miles stirred against my chest and made the little questioning sound he used when waking.

That, more than anything, stopped us all.

“I am taking my son somewhere quiet,” I told them.

“You can both explain this after he’s fed.”

Kyle’s expression sharpened.

“You’re not taking Miles out of this house without my permission.”

I had been waiting for that sentence since he mentioned custody.

“We’re both his parents.

I’m not hiding him.

I’m going to my friend Marisol’s, and I’ll give you the address through counsel.