spiritual fulfillment and the love of a man who loves you. If youâre fortunate, youâll have children. Give Judson Philips a chance.â
She thought about what her father had said for a minute and then spoke before thinking. âWhy didnât you give Annie a chance? Sheâs devoted her life to you.â
A smile played around his lips. âYouâre a smart one. We settled that years ago. She was afraid people would think she was living in sin and refused to be seen with me outside of this house. I told her that I wouldnât settle for a woman who was ashamed of me. No woman was going to hide me in her closet.â
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Driving home that afternoon, Heather carried a weight on her mind that she hadnât before. Her father was terminally ill. What sheâd believed about her parentsâ marriage was suddenly called into question. Her father and Annie cared for each other but were too stubborn to do anything about it. And the person she loved and respected most had challenged her to find out what kind of man Judson Philips might be. She could take his advice, or she could be stubborn. Stubbornness had always been a part of her makeup. She didnât know what to do. Maybe she wouldnât do anything.
By the time Heather arrived home, she admitted grudgingly that Judson was as likeable as he was attractive. She was accustomed to trusting her mind, but it wasnât working properly because her father had unsettled her in a way that would have put Einstein in a quandary. âWhat the hell!â she said to herself as she unlocked the door of her apartment. âIâll deal with it.â
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More that ever, Judson felt an urge to know who he was. He was thirty-four years old, and the time wouldsoon come when he would want to marry and raise a family. He figured he ought to know more about his background, if only for his childrenâs sake.
âI suspect Iâm going to need all the financial resources I can muster,â he said to Scott when they spoke by phone Sunday evening.
âSo youâre going to really pursue it, huh? A lot of adoption papers are sealed. It wonât be easy.â
He tapped the nightstand with his rubber eraser. âIâm going a different route. I believe I know where I was born, and Iâll take it from there. If I hit a blank wall, Iâll figure out something else. Right now, my gut instinct is to begin with the bits of information I have. Iâll be busy. Iâve taken on a new case and itâs going to be tough.â
âWhatâs the topic?â
âA radiology report that led to a misdiagnosis.â
âDid the patient die as a result?â
âNo. The patientâs and the doctorâs reputations were injured. Iâll file suit in about six weeks.â
âYou sound pretty confident.â
âThereâs no guesswork.â He paused. âHave you seen Heather this week?â
âShe was at work Friday. She told me she was worried about her dad.â
âI gathered as much the day I visited her. Gotta go.â
He hung up and dialed Heatherâs number. âThis is Judson,â he said when she answered. âHow are you feeling?â
âNot much of my cold left, Judson. How are you?â
âIâm fine. Howâs your dad?â
âI just left him. We had a good visit, but he told me that neither he nor his doctor expects his condition to improve. I had to keep a straight face. I didnât want him to start worrying about me. But th-this is awful, Judson.â
âBelieve me, I know. If you donât have any plans, would you have dinner with me? I know itâs a last-minute invitation, but I want to see you. Maybe youâd feel better with some company.â
She didnât hesitate. âI may not be good company, but if you think I wonât ruin your Sunday evening, okay. Give me about forty-five minutes.â
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