their fatherâs cousin, the still exceedingly attractive Lily Cassidy Fortune had turned to William in her grief when herhusband died of a brain tumor six years ago. Their friendship slowly blossomed into something more. But now the wedding was on holdâindefinitely.
Drew glanced at his older brother, looking for some insight. The sheriff had said that the homeless man was distraught, saying over and over again that he needed to find his baby. âWhat do you think all that talk about looking for his baby might mean?â
Jeremy hadnât a clue, although, he reasoned, it might have something to do with his amnesia. Maybe the last thing William Fortune had seen before he lost his memory was the baby they had since discovered. A baby whose origins was shrouded in as much mystery as their fatherâs sudden disappearance.
âThe only baby weâve seen recently is the one that was found by the groundskeeper at the church around the same time Dad disappeared,â Jeremy commented. Currently, he and his fiancée, Kirsten, had temporary custody until the babyâs parents could be located. There was talk that one of the Fortune men might have fathered the child, but he couldnât see how that actually connected to his father. Right now, there were far more questions floating around than answers.
Shaking his head, Jeremy laughed shortly. âWouldnât it be something if the baby turned out to be Dadâs?â
Drew frowned. âDonât be an idiot, Jer. Dadâs a one-woman man and he picked Lily. Thereâs no way he would have fathered another womanâs baby.â
Jeremy inclined his head, conceding the point. But there was still a glaring question left. âSo why did he disappear?â
âHell if I know.â Out of town now, he stepped down on the accelerator, picking up speed. âWhen he gets his memory back, weâll ask him.â
â If he gets him memory back,â Jeremy cautiously qualified.
Trust Jeremy to ground him in reality. âYeah, thereâs that, too,â Drew conceded. âFor Lilyâs sake, I hope this guy does turn out to be Dad and that his memory loss is just temporary.â
Amnesia was a tricky condition, and if William was in fact suffering from it, there was no knowing how long it would lastâor if it would ever clear up.
âAmen to that.â
Drew gave him a long glance, surprised. âYou turning religious on me, Jeremy?â
Jeremyâs shoulders rose and fell in a dismissive shrug. âEveryone needs a little help every now and then,â he allowed. âIn our familyâs case, I think we could stand to use an extra dose of it.â
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This is more like it. Wendy wove her way around the tables, heading toward the ones that comprised her station. Working at Red had turned out to be a far better fit for her than sheâd initially expected.
Her parents had first sent her to work at the Fortune Foundation, located right here in Red Rock. Ithad taken her only a couple of weeks to discover that she was psychologically allergic to claustrophobic-size offices. She felt too confined, too hemmed in. She just didnât belong in a nine-to-five job inside a building whose windows didnât open.
Granted, out here in the spacious dining area there werenât any windows to speak of, either, but the windows in the front of the restaurant kept the space bright and airy as did the ones in Marcosâs office.
That room was actually smaller than her office at the Foundation, but somehow, it still felt a lot more airy.
That probably had something to do with the man in it.
If the word gorgeous in the dictionary had a photo next to it, she had no doubts that it would be Marcosâs.
Especially if he was smiling.
Sheâd seen Marcos smilingânot at her, of course. For some reason, she only seemed to elicit frowns from the man whenever he turned his attention to her. But when he
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