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dad—whoever he was—would oneday show up and rescue her from the misery that was her childhood.
    But they weren’t talking about her. They were talking about Adam. And she wasn’t her mother. Her child would always have her love and support.
    “July.” David’s voice, soft but insistent, broke through her reverie. “Will you consent to the test?”
    She curbed her irritation at his persistence. Obviously he hadn’t thought this through. “First I’d like to ask you a question.”
    “Sure.” He dropped into the chair next to the bed. “Ask me anything.”
    “Why are you determined to go ahead with this? I’ve already told you—assured you—that Adam isn’t your son.” July kept her tone even, though she was shaking clear down to her bare toes. “If it’s done—for really no good reason—your wife will likely find out. Is that what you really want?”
    She’d simply presented facts in a calm manner. Still, she waited for the explosion. Growing up, she’d learned what can happen when you questioned someone’s decision. But this time, all she got was a puzzled look.
    “What are you talking about? I’m not married.”
    July let out the breath she’d been holding. Oh, he was good. If she didn’t know the truth, she’d find his protest completely believable. While he may have fooled her once, it wasn’t going to happen again.
    “There’s no need to continue with the game.” Again, July kept her anger at being deceived under tight wraps and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. “Remember the doctor who stopped by the table the night we first met? The one my reporter friend knew?”
    David’s gaze turned thoughtful. He nodded. “Kevin Countryman.”
    “That’s the one. Well, my friend ran into him a couple months later.” When July discovered she was pregnant, she’d called hospitals in Minneapolis and in Chicago looking for Dr. David Wall. Of course, because of spelling his name wrong, she’d never found him. Then she’d remembered Dr. Countryman. She’d asked her friend to contact him in the hopes he’d know where to find David.
    “And—” David prompted.
    “During the course of their conversation he mentioned you were married.” July had been overwhelmed with a deep sense of betrayal. That same day she’d abandoned her search.
    “Wait a minute. You’ve got it all wr—”
    “He said your wife was gorgeous, like a model. He told my friend he’d been surprised to see you flirting with…me.” The words had been a knife to her heart. Saying them brought the pain flooding back. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t America’s Next Top Model, but she’d been told many, many times that she was “cute” and had beautiful eyes.
    “July. Listen to me.”
    “All I’m asking is that you think of your wife’s feelings.” She maintained an even tone. Goodness knows, she’d had a lifetime of practice. “I want you to realize that if news of the DNA test gets out, she will be hurtby the scandal. And all for nothing because Adam is not your son.”
    Some of the light in his eyes dimmed at her words. It was almost as if he wanted Adam to be his. Which was insane. What married man would welcome a baby from a one-night stand?
    “We need to clear one thing up right now,” David said in a firm voice. “I. Am. Not. Married.”
    When she opened her mouth to protest, he held up a hand.
    “Please let me finish. I was married but my wife died the year before you and I met.” His gaze met hers. “I’d never have slept with you if I’d been married. For Celeste and me, those marriage vows were sacred.”
    July’s head spun like an out-of-control Tilt-A-Whirl while her mind wrapped itself around the words. Everything from David’s posture to his facial expression to his intonation said he was telling the truth. But yet she had a reliable third party with no stakes in the matter who said differently. “Dr. Countryman knew you,” she finally managed to sputter. “How could he not have known your