Katherine had loved him and had won her family over to her way of thinking. Mark had proposed and she had accepted. But six weeks after the engagement, sheâd broken things off. Sheâd been unable to tell Mark the truth about herself. Rather than have him pity her, then leave her, sheâd ended their engagement and heâd gone back to Seattle.
âI came home to figure out what to do with my life,â he said. âWhile I was here, I met someone. I didnât mean for anything to happen, but it did.â
The fear turned sharp, cutting her from the inside. She felt both cold and hot. Her whole body ached and still she sat there unmoving, determined to show nothing.
âYou had a relationship with this woman?â she asked calmly.
âYes. She was married. Neither of us meant for it to happen. No one knew, because of her husband. I didnât want to hurt anyone. One day it ended. I never thought much about it again, until today. Dani is her daughter. My daughter.â
Katherine stood. Maybe if she moved, the pain wouldnât be so bad. Maybe then she could breathe. But the white-hot pokers pricked her everywhere and the spacious study offered nowhere to hide.
âObviously I didnât know,â he said, as if unaware that anything was wrong. âAlex suggested a DNA test so we can all be sure. Itâs a good idea. She seems like a great girl. She looks like Marsha mostly, but I see a little of me in her. With the campaign, weâll have to be discreet, of course.â
Mark kept talking, but Katherine couldnât hear him. He had a child. A child of his own. A child heâd met.
âI invited her to dinner,â Mark said. âI want you to meet her. We donât have to tell the kids who she is right away. But eventually we will.â
She turned to him. Her face felt frozen. She wasnât sure she could speak. âSheâs coming here?â
âTonight.â He stood and crossed to her, then took her hands in his. âI know youâll like her. Didnât you say you wanted another daughter?â
He couldnât mean that. He couldnât not know what he was doing to her. And yet he kept talking as if he thought everything was fine. As if she wasnât devastated that some other woman had been able to give him something she, Katherine, never could.
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A LEX ARRIVED EARLY for dinner at his parentsâ house. Heâd thought about calling his mother, but had then decided it would be better to speak with her in person. His father might think she would take the news of Dani Buchanan in stride; Alex wasnât so sure.
Before he could head up the stairs, Fiona stepped out of his motherâs study.
âHello, Alex.â
He remembered a Discovery Channel special on spiders. Fiona reminded him of a black widow, just biding her time until she could eat her mate.
âI didnât know youâd be here,â he said.
âMeaning you wouldnât have come home if youâd known?â Her green eyes widened with emotion. âDo you hate me so much?â
âI donât hate you at all.â Hate would mean having strong emotions about her. He didnât. He could look at her and acknowledge her physical beauty, yet feel nothing. In a perfect world, she would have disappeared from his life after the divorce. Unfortunately, he had a feeling she was never going away.
âThe ice queen cometh.â
Alex turned and saw his brother Ian rolling toward them. Alex grinned and stepped toward him. He bent slightly so he and Ian could perform their complicated ritualistic greeting. Alex did most of the hand slapping and turning. It was easier for him. Ianâs CP limited his mobility. But what his younger brother lacked in physical prowess he more than made up for in brains and creativity.
âSheâs always hanging around,â Ian told Alex. âI think she has a thing for me.â
Fiona shuddered visibly.