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“Tell me about him.”
“Who? Oh, Paul?” She wrinkled her nose, then lifted a shoulder. “What do you want to know?”
“How’d you meet him?”
Scowling slightly, she glanced away from him and into the woods. “He was a professor at a community college where I was working on my GED. Divorced from wife number two. I should have been smarter about him, but unfortunately I wasn’t.” She took a sip from her cup and wondered just how much she could confide. It was time to tell him the truth, that the boy with whom he’d spent the better part of the day was his son, but she couldn’t. Not yet. Once he found out that Sean was his child, her life would be thrown into worse turmoil than it already was. So she told him only a few of the essentials, leaving out a lot of the story.
She explained that after Harley’s death and Kane’s induction into the army, she’d left Chinook and moved to Portland, where she finished high school at the community college. She didn’t mention that she was pregnant or that she planned on having the baby alone. If her parents had found out, they would’ve screamed bloody murder, but she was quiet and neither Dutch, nor Dominique before she divorced Dutch and moved to Paris, had guessed the truth. If they had figured out that she was carrying a child, Claire wouldn’t have cared. This child, who she first believed was fathered by Harley, was special to her. The fact that he was so obviously Kane’s child, only endeared Sean all the more to her.
“Paul liked being married—liked having a wife cook, clean, take care of his house, and look good when he went to business affairs. He liked the idea of being married to a young girl, especially since my name was Holland and he probably thought I’d inherit a lot of money someday. What he didn’t tell me was that his divorces were based on his affairs with young girls, some barely sixteen.”
“Great guy,” Kane muttered, and took a gulp of his drink.
“Remember, I was just seventeen myself. Marrying him was such an irrational thing to do.” But she’d been adrift and frightened. Paul had been an anchor. At least at first. And he pretended her baby was his. They even lied to everyone about Sean’s birth date, saying that he was born in July, rather than the end of April. Since Harley had died the previous August, and because Claire was somewhat estranged from her family at the time, no one knew the truth. Her parents hadn’t met Sean until he was over a year old, and even he didn’t know his true birth date as Claire doctored the birth certificate he used to get into school. “What can I say? It was a mistake.”
“And you’re finally rid of him.”
“Except that he is the kids’ father.” Well, at least he was Samantha’s.
“But you named Sean after Taggert. Sean Harlan St. John.”
“Another error,” she said. Originally, Claire had thought the baby should be named Taggert, but decided that it would be best for her child to have a clean slate in life, and then, as it became clear that the baby was fathered by Kane, she’d been at her wits’ end. She’d decided to concentrate on her marriage and try to make it work. Claire did everything Paul asked, though her second pregnancy was unplanned and Paul wasn’t thrilled about the thought of having another child to support, even if this one was his. The baby came—a daughter—and he accepted her. Meanwhile Claire managed to juggle her life, going to school, running the kids around and keeping the house clean enough for Paul’s white glove inspection. Later, Claire started working as a teacher. She spent more and more hours away from the house and, over time, the marriage crumbled. Claire had grown up, became more independent, and developed a mind of her own. Paul disapproved.
As Sean reached adolescence, Paul became inflexible—he couldn’t stand the fact that Sean was in trouble with the law, picked up for vandalism and petty theft. Then there were the girls. Pretty high school girls were throwing themselves at the handsome boy. Eventually Paul’s old character flaw, his desire for young girls, raised its ugly head, and he ended up seducing Jessica Stewart, one of Sean’s girlfriends. But his liaison blew up in his face when Jessica not only told her parents but the police as well; other girls came forward and Paul was indicted.
“—I didn’t divorce him until the charges were filed, even though we’d been separated for a long time, because I thought it was better to stay married. For the kids’ sake.”
“And now?” Kane prodded, drawing her closer still.
Sighing, she rested her head on his shoulder. “And now I think I would have been smarter to leave him the first time I learned that he was fooling around, about the time Samantha was two. But I was young and utterly dependent upon him. My only other option was to crawl back to my father and beg him to help me out.” She looked into the darkening woods and shook her head. “I didn’t want to do that. Not ever.”
“So you stayed with a man who treated you like dirt.”
“No, we separated. I just never found the courage to divorce him until I realized there was absolutely no future with him. Even though I wasn’t in love with him, I believed in marriage and that it should last forever.” Her smile was bitter. “A romantic fantasy left over from my youth, I guess. Randa always said my romantic streak would be my undoing. Seems like she was right.” Troubled, she sipped from her cup, but the coffee had grown cold, the alcohol strong.
“So you didn’t love him.”
Never. Not like I loved you! “It wasn’t about love, Kane. It was about commitment. To him. To the kids. To the family.” She let out a brittle little laugh. “He just didn’t feel the same. I finally figured that out, and so here I am, divorced, unemployed, trying to raise two headstrong kids.” And lying through my teeth to you. Oh, God, Kane if you only knew. If you could guess that Sean is your son, not Paul’s. Not Harley’s. Yours!
Claire shuddered. All of her secrets were unraveling, as surely as if Kane had found the broken thread of her life and began tugging, her lies were about to be exposed. Either by Kane or Denver Styles. And what then? She couldn’t think of the consequences, was grateful that she didn’t have a crystal ball to see into the future.
Kane kissed her temple and she bit back a sob. It wasn’t fair to fall in love with him again. Not when she was sure that when the truth came to light, he’d hate her for the rest of his days.
“So you’re working for Dutch Holland,” Weston said, handing Denver Styles a drink, shutting the teak cabinet, then taking a seat on the opposite side of the cabin of the sailboat. He didn’t like being alone with
Styles and felt restless as a dog one pen away from a bitch in heat. But, unfortunately, right now Weston needed this man.
“That’s right.”
“Special project?”
“You might say that.” Styles sat low on his back in one of the chairs. One booted ankle rested on his opposite knee, his expression bordering on insolence.
Weston tried to shake the feeling that he was being manipulated. First by Tessa on the phone and now by this silent man with his eagle-sharp eyes, black jeans, faded T-shirt, and lightweight jacket that had seen better days. He wore cowboy boots with worn heels and an attitude of arrogance that rankled Weston, rankled him to the marrow of his bones. The guy’s nose had been busted more than once from the looks of it, and there were white scars on the tanned skin of his hands, probably from fistfights or knife fights in his younger years. Styles was tough, lean, and, if the confidence that surrounded him was to be believed, knew his own strengths and weaknesses.
A man Weston didn’t want against him, at least not until he found out more about the quiet stranger. Somehow he had to figure out Styles’s flaws, so that they could be used against him. But the guy didn’t seem to have a past; it was as if Denver Styles had landed on Dutch Holland’s doorstep by an act of magic.
But Weston wasn’t about to be derailed. He’d find out the truth about Styles even if the guy had come straight from the portals of Hades. Everyone had a past, and those who hid theirs so well probably had some ugly little secrets they didn’t want exposed. Perfect. Come hell or high water, Weston was determined to find out just what it was that made Styles tick, and what skeletons were hidden in his closets. Weston didn’t like being at a disadvantage. Ever.
