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reception is at the house. It’s big enough, unless you sent out another batch of invitations.”

A guilty look flickered in Sydney’s blue eyes for the space of a heartbeat. She plastered a smile on her face, one she used to get things to go her way.

“Just let me talk to her, and I’m sure she’ll feel much better about it. I mean she won’t have to do any of the work.”

Irritation wriggled around in his brain and into the beginnings of a headache that settled behind his eyes. He loved Sydney, he really did. It’s just times like this made him wonder if he was doing the right thing for both of them. The great sex usually

balanced out his misgivings. Sydney had all the qualifications he desired in the perfect woman.

Sophisticated, she had enough money of her own

that nothing she bought fazed him. She ran in the right social circles, and beautiful to the max—slim and blond, just the way he liked his women. Not to mention her father, Lyle Stanford, hinted at a big promotion after the wedding. After seven years here, Alex would become a senior partner. All of his hard work and effort paid off.

Or had it?

For an instant, Zoe Hillman popped into his

thoughts. That had been a colossal mistake, but no one could doubt her heart. He still grieved for their lost friendship. The day he heard she married some guy in St. Louis, he felt relieved. However, a void 32

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that no one else ever quite came close to filling followed. Alex guessed in some way he did love Zoe.

Her smile lit up her fantastic eyes; her sense of humor always eased the days when nothing went

right. If only she hadn’t gone along with Tommy that night five years ago.

Over the years, bits and pieces of the memory of his wedding night resurfaced. It shamed him to say he couldn’t remember a time when he’d made such passionate love to a woman. To Zoe Hillman of all people. She gave of herself, holding nothing back.

Even Sydney came in second. And Sydney was

hot. “Hello, baby. Where did you go?” Sydney’s voice filtered through his wayward thoughts. He shook his head to clear it both of Zoe’s memory and answer Sydney’s earlier remark.

“No, she’s already hired a caterer to handle the details. You can try to talk her out of it, but today isn’t the best time. Why don’t you plan on another day? Mom and I have some business to discuss, and she may not be up to talking wedding plans.”

“No. I’m coming with you. Besides,” she purred

into his ear. “I have a surprise for you when we get back.”

“I like your kind of surprises.” They usually

ended up with them in bed. “Give me a hint.” His mouth nibbled along her jaw, inhaling the perfume of her skin.

“No,” Sydney pulled back to give him a sly smile.

“None of
that
until later.”

“Okay, if you’re going to play dirty.” Alex gave Sydney a little push to get her out of his lap. “I have no alternative but to wait.” He stood for a second to allow the blood to come back to his legs instead of his dick. “Let’s go then.” He picked his coat out of a small closet in his office and held his hand toward the door. “After you.”

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kittens, Beulah, Mom’s four-legged mousetrap, had birthed a few weeks earlier. They had their eyes open. Alex knew anything warm and cuddly would

keep Sydney occupied for a while. Anything except human children. She’d declared early in their

relationship that she had no desire to start a family, now or in the future.

Mom wanted grandchildren.

He couldn’t say he blamed her. The idea of

children grew on him over the last few years as well.

Once he’d ironed out this particular wrinkle in his and Sydney’s relationship, there would more

grandkids than his mother could handle.

But first, he had to tell Mom about Keeley

Jacobs’s claim.

“Do you want coffee while we wait for Sydney?”

He shook his head. “No. Actually, I sent her

away so we could talk in private.”

“Well, it will have to be quick. The caterer is coming by in a half hour to meet with Sydney and me. You’re invited to join us.”

He shook his head. “Like that’s going to happen.

Mom, sit down.”

Her blue eyes dimmed with worry, but she took

a seat on the cushy floral sofa. “What is it? It’s that letter I had you look at isn’t it?”

Alex sat down beside her and took her hand in

his. “Yes.”

His mother closed her eyes. “I’m not stupid, you know. Do you think I ran my family’s business on my own, without a few smarts? I realized it had to do with the estate, but I’m not an expert in legal affairs. The minute I saw the name Keeley on the letter, I knew it meant trouble.”

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could take a punch, but she’d had more than her share this year.

“Keeley Jacobs says she is Dad’s daughter. Her

mother is someone called—”

“Cathryn Jacobs.” His mother’s eyes welled up.

Her hand trembled against her lips as she nodded.

It threw him for a loop that she already knew

Keeley Jacob’s mother.

“Vietnam. The nurse there.” She let out a heavy sigh and got to her feet. “He told me about her. The first night he came home—our anniversary,

Christmas Eve.”

Her hands covered her eyes, and she stood still as a statue. “I wanted him so badly.” The slap of her hands against her thigh made him jump. She turned to look at him with anger, pain, and understanding in her bright blue eyes. “But he wouldn’t touch me.

Not until he told me about this nurse. They’d become friends, and one night after an ambush…” She took a shaky breath. “He and his men were under

gunfire, two of them were killed, another injured.

Your father got the injured man into a helicopter and rode with him to the M.A.S.H. unit. That’s

where he met her. Frank told me he how tired,

scared, and so alone he felt. He wanted me, but she was the one there.”

“Mom, I don’t want to hear this.”

“You’re my lawyer, so you sit there.” She

stabbed a finger at him. “You are going to listen to me, and that’s that. You seem to forget your parents were flesh and blood people.”

He might be her attorney but right now, he

squirmed in his chair like as if he were still six instead of thirty-two. “Okay.”

“He never said anything about getting the

woman pregnant. She was a nurse, for God’s sake.

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having sex with his mother, let alone with some stranger. The talk of condoms in the same

conversation about his parents creeped him out.

“We’ll ask for a DNA test to prove paternity.”

Mom’s face paled. Her eyes burned bright. “Of

course, we will. I wouldn’t expect anything else. If she’s Frank’s child, and I say
if,
I want to meet her face to face. Let her tell me why she why wants me to sell the farm. Is she angry at Frank or does she simply want money?”

A surge of anger toward this unknown sister

butted with Alex. “That’s not going to happen. I have enough to pay her whatever she wants.”

“No you won’t. Let me think this through.” She

paced the floor, hands on her hips. “Let me contact her.” “No.” Alex jumped to his feet. “As your attorney, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Don’t you
no
me, Alexander Franklin King.”

“Yes, ma’am. As your attorney, let me make the

call.”

“I forgave your father a long time ago, in fact, I’m sure we conceived Clint that Christmas Eve.”

“Ah, God, Mom. I don’t want to hear this.”

“Get over it.” His mother stopped midstride.

There it was, hard steel under the peaches and

cream exterior. “Maybe this woman wants more

than property or money. If that’s the total sum of what she feels will make up for not having a father, well, we’ll cross that bridge and so on.”

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Hollyfield was a true Painted Lady. It loomed,

large and sprawling, with wraparound verandas,

rattan chairs, as well as gingerbread generously sprinkled over the house’s façade. A rounded turret graced the right side of the house, while the left sported a gazebo. Zoe loved it on sight.

Zoe got out of her van. She walked up and down

the drive so she could take it all in. White paint covered the majority of the house while a deep rose and turquoise accented the individual details. The grounds, even in the depths of winter, were neatly manicured.

The kids would go nuts with all this space to run and play in. One day, she vowed, she would have a house like this.

Zoe tightened her tan wool coat against the chill.

The early afternoon sun scooted behind fast moving clouds, leaving the rest of the world to deal with the gloom and cold. She hurried around a large black SUV sitting in the drive and headed towards the porch as a gust of wind added its bite to the dropping temperatures.

Bright lights glowed behind the lace curtains as she mounted the steps and rang the bell. Instead of the stately Westminster chimes she’d expected, the first strains of
Somewhere Over The Rainbow
greeted her. The silliness of the song made her smile. She stamped her feet to get rid of the snow.

The door opened.

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a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. Five years hadn’t changed him, except for the crook in his nose.

Somehow, it suited him. It made him less than perfect. Heat suffused her face as she remembered the long ago day she broke it.

That was then, this was now. Zoe pulled in a

steadying breath and smiled.

“Well, hello.” The welcome in Alex’s voice held a question as well as appreciation. He slathered on the Alex King charm as thick as ever. How many women had he used it on since she’d whacked him in the nose?

“Hello. I’m expected. Classic Kitchen? I’m the

caterer for the wedding reception.”

“Oh, yes.” He opened the door wider and

motioned her in. “You must be Ms. Bennett.”

Zoe smiled and waited.

Still no recognition.

Had she changed that much? Sure, she’d lost

about a hundred and fifty pounds, but she was still the same Zoe. Maybe he’d have known her if she still had long hair. Now she had it styled in a short do with wispy spikes all around, along with a few blond highlights. Keeping it short made it easier to

manage in a hot kitchen. Between that and three kids, she didn’t have time to fuss with her hair.

“Yes.”

Alex frowned down at her. “Do I know you? I’m

sure we’ve met before.”

Ah, here it comes. Let’s have a little fun.

Alex liked to flirt so she gave him slow, sweet smile. “If we have, I’m sure you’d remember.” If he couldn’t figure it out, she wouldn’t enlighten him.

Zoe walked through the door and peered over her shoulder at him. Oh yes, she knew Alex all too well.

He’d wrack his brain until he figured it out, it would drive him crazy. She turned back to face him.”You don’t strike me as the sort of man who forgets

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women.”

Her comment made him blink in surprise.

“Come this way.” He caught up with Zoe and walked beside her, frowning as if he scrolled through a metal Rolodex. “My mother is in the living room, discussing the reception with my fiancée.”

The inside of the house was as elegant and

picture perfect as the outside. Zoe had seen rooms like this in magazines. However, everything gave off a homey feel that made one want to sink into the overstuffed chairs and take a load off. Amelia sat on the couch in front of a large coffee table spread with papers and catalogs. Another woman, tall, blonde, and slim as a reed, stood by the fireplace, holding up a white kitten in her hands. The cat squirmed and tried to climb her arm, catching its tiny claws in the woman’s expensive sweater.

This had to be Alex’s bride.

“Oh, Amelia, they are the cutest little things.”

She pulled the kitten away and held it up, giving it a gentle shake. “No you don’t.” Her brilliant smile lit up her beautiful face. “I don’t know how you can make them stay out in the cold garage like that.”

She gave a pretty pout and turned towards Alex.

“You have to tell your mother to bring the kittens inside.”

“No, Sydney, they’re mousers, and they are

plenty warm where they’re at.” He lead Zoe towards his mother. “Ms. Bennett is here to discuss the reception, so I’ll leave you ladies to it. Mom, I’m going into the den to look over these papers again, maybe make a few phone calls.”

“Remember what I said.”

“I won’t do anything without consulting you.” He gave a little wave and left the three of them alone.

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Zoe so much as blink an eye.

Sydney put the kitten on the floor and held out her hand in welcome. “I keep trying to tell Amelia that there’s no need for her to go to all this trouble, but she won’t listen. I’m sure you’re a fabulous caterer, in a homespun sort of way, but I’m very particular about food quality.”

“My company won several awards earlier this

year.”

The moment their hands touched, Zoe knew she

would never like Sydney Stanford. She actually felt sorry for the Alex—Sydney’s character went as deep as a lake in the Sahara. Mix in a good dose of

stubborn, along with a sense of entitlement, and it made for a bad combination. Clearly, things went her way, or no way at all.

“I’ve heard nothing but good things about your