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me suffer for the last four years I lived with them without telling me?
    Garrett ran a hand over his face before crossing his arms. “Frances and I became close after it happened. He came to school one day and asked me if I was the father. I don’t know how he knew it, maybe all of those times I kept you after school, but I didn’t lie to him. I knew he was an honorable enough man that he would keep the secret. I confessed to him and begged him to forgive me and he did. He told me that he and Greta had already set up the adoption but to not tell you because he didn’t want you to chase after Scott at such a young age. He wanted you to get your education and eventually they would tell you. That’s why I was such a bastard toward you, Zaydee. I had to be. I didn’t know any other way to keep my part of the deal with Frances if we continued on with whatever it was we had.”
    I took another steadying breath and used the back of my hands to wipe the remaining tears from my face. I was angry now. Angry that my entire family had kept this secret from me. Angry that Garrett probably had spent time with Scott and that I hadn’t. Angry that they didn’t think I was worthy enough to know something as important as this.
    “I have to go,” I announced as I promptly got to my feet.
    “Zaydee wait,” Garrett said, grabbing me by my arm. “If you’re anything like I remember, your temper is going to make you do something you’ll regret later.”
    I pulled my arm away from him violently.
    “Get over yourself, Garrett. You don’t know me. You were the first one that tucked tail and ran when I needed someone the most,” I spat at him.
    “That’s not fair. I told you why—”
    I cut him off as I turned on my heel and headed for the office door. He had just given me enough information to find my son and nothing was going to stop me from going to see him.
    “Zaydee Lansing, I’m speaking to you,” he boomed as he reached over my head and pushed the door closed.
    “Get out of the way! You have no right to keep me in here, ” I screamed turning to swat at him.
    He moved quickly and caught my arms by the wrists and held them over my head against the door. Garrett always was strong but his height added to his strength and me, barely scraping over five feet was no match for him.
    “I’m not letting you leave until you promise me that you’re not going to do anything stupid,” he said sternly.
    “I already have one father, I don’t need a second one,” I replied through gritted teeth as I struggled to free myself from his grip.
    “Stop trying to get away from me,” he said in a thick voice.
    I angrily tried to shove my body against him in an attempt to shake him loose, but it didn’t work. It didn’t have the reaction I was expecting. Instead of making him let go, he pressed himself against me and crushed his lips passionately against mine.
    I allowed the moment. I hadn’t been with a man since Garrett because I didn’t want to feel the pain of heartbreak again, but this wasn’t why I wanted to see him. It wasn’t why I needed to sit across from him and talk to him, but his kiss was so hungry that I allowed it.
    When he pulled away from me, breaths heavy with passion and lust, I gave my wrists a gentle tug. He smiled sadly and finally let me go.
    It was my moment to leave; to walk out the door and I took it. I couldn’t stand there and kiss him, feeling what I felt for him come back to me and stay without trying anything more.
    And I just wasn’t ready for that yet.

Nine
    W hen I woke up the next morning, I quickly put on a black strapless dress and black shrug. I found my black flip flops and put them back on because after I looked at the clock, I realized if I tried to stop to find a nice pair of dress shoes, I’d be late to Grandpa Frances’ burial.
    I ran down the hallway and decided to take the stairs. I didn’t want to lose anymore time by waiting for the elevator and by the time I got into my rental,