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"Who is Samantha?" I ask.
"Samantha is Miss Davis's daughter."
"Sorry, but I can't help you with that. I wish you good luck—"
"Please, Mr. Walker. Don't hang up."
"Why not?"
"Because Samantha might be your daughter."
I shake my head. "That is ridiculous. What are you up to, Ms. Miller—"
She cuts in. "It says here, on Samantha's birth certificate, that Cole Walker is her biological father."
My brain formulates no thoughts other than one word. "What?"
4
COLE
After a seven-hour flight,I land at LAX airport. With long strides and a head full of questions, I make my way over to the rental car dealer. Jessica Davis had a daughter and listed me as the father. Why would she do that? It's ridiculous. I let out a huff while walking into the rental store. A half hour later, I park and get out of my black Land Rover Discovery. Let's sort this mess out, so I can go back to having a beer while watching the sunset on my peaceful balcony. I enter a grey office building and stop at the first occupied desk. The woman sitting behind it glances up. Her eyes travel over my body as she rises from her seat. The moment she ends the call, I launch my question. "I'm looking for Ms. Emily Miller. Where can I find her?"
After another head-to-toe inspection. "I'll get her. Please wait there," she says, pointing to the chairs by the wall.
I nod, and instead of getting a numb ass from sitting, I stand against the wall while listening to the sound of people talking and ringing phones. My attention shifts to the hall as a small woman with light brown hair comes out of one of the rooms and heads my way.
"Mr. Walker?" she asks as she stops in front of me. I shake her outstretched hand.
"Hello, Ms. Miller."
She smiles and returns the steady handshake. "Why don't you follow me, and we'll talk in my office?" She points in the way she came from, and I nod. After entering her compact office and taking a seat, she closes the door and sits on the other side of her desk.
"I'm glad you came, Mr. Walker," she starts.
"Call me, Cole."
She nods. "I’m Emily. Sorry to meet you under these circumstances."
"Where is the girl?"
Emily leans back in her chair and lifts her chin an inch higher. "Before I answer that, I'd need to see your ID or driver's license to make sure you're Cole Walker."
I raise my brow at her but pull out my wallet and show her my license. She leans forward and drums her fingertips on the wood as she glances at it. Then she sits back and speaks.
"She's staying at my house."
My eyes narrow. "Is that allowed?"
She crosses her arms. "That sweet girl needed a safe place to stay after finding herself alone in the world."
"Doesn't she have grandparents?"
"No. They passed away, and she doesn't have aunts or uncles either. Samantha mentioned two days ago that her mother put her father's name on the birth certificate. Since then, I've been working day and night to find you."
She opens a drawer and pulls out a paper and glides it over the desk towards me. I lean in to inspect the document. A legal birth record of Samantha Davis. Mother, Jessica Davis, and her signature. Father states Cole Walker, but no signature. My eyes lift and meet Emily's.
"How do I know she's mine? Yes, my name is on the document, but she could have put it there for whatever reason."
