kids at all, except in the vaguest of terms and somewhere in a still-distant future.
He was thirty-seven years old, long past the age when most of his contemporaries had settled down with a wife and kids. Some of them were even on their second or third wives, which was not a path he had any desire to follow.
But if heâd fathered a child, as Olivia claimed, he would be a father to that child.
And so heâd taken the address Louise had discreetly slipped to him and heâd found Paige Wilder and Emma.
Heâd found his daughter.
And seeing the baby in Paigeâs arms had absolutely terrified him.
Heâd seen and experienced some unbelievable things during his years in the Air Force, all without batting an eye. But the sight of that beautiful little girl, so small and vulnerable and completely dependent, had nearly knocked him on his ass.
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After Zach left, Paige stood beside Emmaâs crib, tears streaming down her cheeks as the truth of the situation sank in. She could try to block Zach Crawford at every turn, she could stall him with all kinds of legal maneuvering, but her efforts would only delay the inevitable. Because she knew too well that the interest of a previously unknown father was a significant change in circumstances that couldâand wouldâsuccessfully challenge her custody decree.
And losing Emma would break her heart.
Why did you do it, Olivia? Why did you lie about Emmaâs father?
Of course, her friend couldnât answer her questions now,and Paige found herself cursing in frustration. And then she felt guilty for cursing a woman who had died so young and so tragicallyâa woman who had been one of her closest friends and yet, in retrospect, a woman she wasnât sure she had really known at all.
If Iâd known, I would have been prepared for the possibility that Emmaâs father might show up someday. Instead, you let me fall in love with this child, never guessing that Zach Crawford might show up and want to take her away.
She had no doubt that was what he planned to do. A man who had risen to the rank of lieutenant colonel was undoubtedly dedicated, honorable and trustworthyâdefinitely not the type of man to walk away from his own child.
But maybe Emma wasnât his child. Maybe, despite Oliviaâs letter, her friend was mistaken about the babyâs paternity. Because aside from the eye color, she really hadnât seen any resemblance between Zach and Emma. The man was a complete contrast to the child. He was so solid and strong andâ
The mental image was so vivid that her heart actually skipped a beat, and Paige cursed herself for the uncharacteristic weakness. She wasnât usually the type of woman to get all fluttery and tongue-tied over a handsome man, and letting her imagination run wild with respect to Zach Crawford wasnât just futileâit was dangerous.
I donât want us to be adversaries.
But they were, and she needed to remember that and forget that the lieutenant colonel had stirred feelings she hadnât felt in a very long time.
Chapter Three
Z ach didnât usually dream. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that he didnât usually remember his dreams. But when he bolted up in bed early the next morning, the details were fresh in his mind and his heart was pounding hard and fast from the adrenaline that had surged through his system.
He scrubbed his hands over his jaw, blinked away the last remnants of slumber and reminded himself that it had only been a dream.
But it had felt so unbelievably and terrifyingly real.
He was flying an F-22 Raptor in enemy skies when the jet suddenly started to spin. He couldnât get the plane under control and he was dropping fast. He swore and he prayed, then he reached for the ejection handle.
But he felt no relief when he successfully punched out, only an escalating sense of panic when the parachute failed to deploy. Then he glanced down and saw