your familyâ me âyears of worry and pain just to hide a teen baby?â
âTh-thereâs more to it than that.â
Pacing, hands to his temples, Luke wasnât sure whether to punch the nearest wall or hightail it to Daisyâs loft, taking back the son sheâd hidden from him apparently without so much as a shred of remorse. His rational side knew the last thing their child needed was to learn he had a father in a traumatizing way. Because of that, he settled for asking, âIf Dallasâs P.I. hadnât found you, were you ever planning to tell me?â
âYes.â
âLordâ¦â Hand to his forehead, he slowly backed away. The damned cloying flowers made him want to retch. âI canât believe this.â
âIâm sorry. I really was going to tell you. I justâit never seemed like the right time.â The more she wrungher hands, the more he fought the urge to wring her elegant neck.
âIâve imagined hundreds of possible reasons for you taking off like you didâvanishing without so much as a written apology. I thought youâd been kidnapped or had amnesia. Never for one second did I believe youâd voluntarily abandon meâyour whole life. But thisâ¦â He shook his head. âYouâre lower than low. Knowing you carried my son inside you wouldnât have been bad news to me but the ultimate blessing. What did I ever do to deserve this?â
âNothing,â she said through tears for which he had no sympathy. âIâI thought it better for everyone if I stayed away.â
âDo you have any idea what youâve done? What an absolute train wreck youâve made of not only my life, but our sonâs? Can you even imagine the questions heâs going to have? Did you tell him I was dead? Or did you just not care? How am I ever going to earn the trust of a ten-year-old who never even knew I existed?â
Hands on her hips, raising her chin, Daisy snapped, âIf you donât want him, go back to Weed Gulch.â
âWouldnât you just love that?â His tone dripped with sarcasm. âNo doubt nothing would make you happier.â
âThatâs ridiculous. Now that youâre here, Iâm relieved. If Iâd truly wanted to keep Kolt from you the rest of his life, I couldâve done it.â
âThatâs supposed to make me feel better?â He shot her a look of such pure, raw disgust, Daisy felt physically assaulted.
She doubled over. Sobs started and wouldnât stop.
If only sheâd told him about Henry. Then maybe Luke would understand. As it was, everything had come out all wrong. In a perfect world, she would have explained the nightmare that had caused her to leave before the miracle sheâd found in their son.
Luke said, âThe gentlemanly thing would be for me to give you a hug and tell you everythingâs gonna be all right, but you know what, Daisy? Thatâs something I canât do. My whole life Iâve wanted to be a father. I married not long after you left, hoping to get the chance at a family.â His sharp laugh told her what she already knew from having kept up with Weed Gulch gossip online. His marriage had lasted less time than the courtship. âThe trust issues you gifted me with took that dream and shot it straight to hell.â Lowering his voice, he asked, âWhere do I even start developing a relationship with my kid? Does he blame me for not having been in his life? What have you told him about me? Being ten, surely he doesnât think he came from the stork?â
âMom?â Kolt stepped outside the loft. âI heard shouting.â
Heidi followed. âIâm sorry, Julie. I tried keeping him with me, but he ran away.â
âItâs all right,â Daisy said with a sniffle. âIf you wouldnât mind, weâre going to need privacy.â Daisy went to her son.
Luke
Christopher Knight, Alan Butler