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either.”
    “Give me her info. I’ll let you know what she says or you’ll just pester me until I tell you anyway.”
    “Damn straight.”

     
    She sat in her driveway for a little while, just getting herself back together now that she was home. Her hands shook until she squeezed them into fists.
    She’d gone and done it. She’d opened herself up to other people who could end up wanting access to her child. She knew it had been the right thing, but it sent her pulse through the roof to imagine the sort of trouble this man could cause if he wanted to. She had to hope he wouldn’t. Had to hold on to the knowledge that she was Miles’s mother and no one could take that from her.
    Which was good because the DNA test would obviously be a match.
    She could no longer give herself the illusion of that small sliver of doubt that Adrian Brown was truly Miles’s father. When Brody had smiled, her son’s smile was reflected so strongly it had shaken her to the core.
    She’d seen that smile every single day for the last thirteen years. Most recently that morning before he left for the school bus.
    She exhaled long and hard, letting it all go. There was nothing else to be done. She wouldn’t tell Miles until she knew for sure Adrian Brown was interested in moving forward.
    Funny how one piece of missing information could cast a different light on everything .
    Miles had started this little garage band with his friends at the end of the last school year. They played out there, as loud as they wanted to be, and it bothered no one. He’d stuck with it and they practiced several days a week.
    Until Tina had revealed who Miles’s dad was, Gillian had always assumed Miles’s talent for music came from her side of the family.
    He’d like that, Miles would. He’d like knowing he came from a family of artists, because other than Gillian’s piano and design work, the only kind of artists in her family were grift artists.
    This Adrian Brown had better love her baby with all his heart or she’d have to maim him. Unexpectedly annoyed, she stomped off to finish some work for a design client and not think about any Browns at all.
    Which would have been easier had her cell phone not rang with private caller on the screen. She normally didn’t take such calls, but she answered this time, wondering if it was him.
    “Gillian Forrester,” she said, and Adrian was taken aback for a moment at the sound of her accent. British. Brody hadn’t mentioned that.
    “Yeah. This is Adrian Brown. You came by my brother’s shop earlier today looking for me. I have a management company; it’s easiest to go through them. My brother isn’t my business manager.”
    She gusted a sigh and he found himself amused for a moment.
    “I need just a few minutes of your time, Mr. Brown. I have to speak with you on an urgent matter.”
    She was very starched and prim. “Why don’t you tell me what it is and I’ll judge just how urgent it is myself?”
    “I cannot relay this over a phone line. I can meet you at your convenience to explain everything.”
    “Who are you and why should I?”
    She paused and he got the feeling she was pissed. Good. He was too. He didn’t have time to play around with people. He’d been down this fucking road so many times just thinking about it made him tired.
    “As I said, my name is Gillian Forrester.”
    “Why don’t we cut to the chase, sweetheart? How much are you looking for?”
    “ Sweetheart? Just who is it you think you are and who do you think I am, for goodness’ sake? How much for what?”
    Okay, so he did feel a little guilty for being rude. “Look, I get strangers coming around all the time looking for something from me. If you need money for your project or a school or something, I give pretty regularly. But you still have to go through my manager. I’ll give you his number and tell him to expect your call.”
    “You ought to try using earplugs when you are onstage, Mister Brown.” The accent had