Tempting. Susan Mallery

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      “Did the question annoy you?” she asked. “I think it’s both. The man is running for president.” A concept Dani doubted she would ever be able to get her mind around. “But on a personal note, you’d hate people to think you were here because of your relationship with your father rather than on your own merit.”

      “You know this how?” he asked.

      “I’m a good guesser. Am I wrong?”

      “Would you like something to drink?”

      She smiled. “You don’t like questions, do you? It’s that lawyer thing. You want to be doing the asking, not the answering. That’s okay. So if you’re working on the campaign, you’re on leave or something from your law office?”

      “Something like that,” he said reluctantly. “If the senator decides to run for president, I’ll work for the campaign.”

      “The whole political thing is new to me. I vote, but that’s about it. Sometimes I watch the debates. It’s not really my thing.”

      “The democratic process is not for the timid,” Alex told her. “Running for president is not a decision to be made lightly. One good scandal can destroy an honest man’s chance forever.”

      Which meant her. “I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

      “That doesn’t mean it’s not going to happen.”

      Dani was used to being liked and disliked on her own merits. She wasn’t perfect, but she wasn’t channeling the devil, either.

      Before she could point that out, a slim, well-dressed woman in her fifties walked into the room. Dani rose automatically as she took in the woman’s classically beautiful features and sleek upswept hair.

      Alex stood, as well, crossed to her and kissed her on the cheek. “This is Dani Buchanan,” he said. “Dani, my mother, Katherine Canfield.”

      Katherine’s dark blue eyes crinkled slightly as she smiled in welcome. “Dani. How lovely to meet you. We’re delighted you could join us for dinner tonight.”

      Her tone was as gracious as her words. Dani knew this had to be awkward for all of them, but Katherine’s smile never wavered.

      The older woman turned to her son. “No drinks? Nothing to eat? Are you planning to starve her into submission?”

      “I asked,” he said, sounding slightly defensive. “She said she didn’t want anything.”

      Dani stared at him. Was this a crack in dragon-boy’s armor? Was his need to protect his family by harassing her about to conflict with his mother’s sense of good manners?

      Katherine’s smile widened. “I can only imagine how graciously you inquired.” She turned to Dani. “I always enjoy a glass of white wine. Would you join me?”

      “I’d love to,” Dani said and had to fight the urge to stick out her tongue at Alex.

      He muttered something under his breath as he crossed to the small bar in the corner.

      Katherine sat down and motioned for Dani to do the same. “Mark mentioned you only recently discovered your connection to him.”

      “That’s right. It’s complicated, but my grandmother told me a couple of weeks ago. I’ve been working up the courage to go see him.”

      “We have both samples for the DNA testing,” Alex said as he handed first his mother, then Dani, a glass of wine. “We’ll have the results in a couple of days.”

      Katherine smiled. “There’s certainly room for one more at our table. Mark and I have always wanted a large family. We made the decision to adopt all our children long before we got married. But my husband is a typical man and should you turn out to be his biological child, I know he’ll be thrilled to know he’s passed on the family gene pool.”

      Everything about Katherine screamed grace and acceptance. Dani was stunned—but in the best way possible. If their situations were reversed, Dani wasn’t sure she could be so open and friendly toward her husband’s unexpected child, even after all these years.

      “You’re being very kind,” she murmured.

      “Too kind,” Alex said.

      Katherine glanced at her son, then turned back to Dani. “You’ll meet our other children tonight.”

      “I already met Ian.”

      “Oh, dear.” Katherine shook her head. “Should I brace myself?”

      Dani laughed. “I think he’s terrific.”

      “And?”

      “He wanted to know if I was a stripper.”

      “I swear, that boy. I apologize for any offense.”

      “Please don’t,” Dani told her. “He’s funny and charming. I really liked him.” Unlike Alex, Ian had been genuine.

      “Ian deals with life in his own way. He’s brilliant. Stanford has offered him a four-year scholarship, as have several Ivy League schools. He’ll get a technical degree and advance to a level where we’ll have nothing to talk about.”

      She sounded proud as she spoke.

      Alex sipped his drink. “You can always ask him about the latest stripper.”

      Katherine sighed. “I should have adopted only girls.”

      Dani laughed. “You love him. I can hear it in your voice.”

      “Of course I do,” Katherine said. “He’s my son.”

      There was such acceptance in her tone. The Canfield children were very lucky to have her in their lives. Mark was, too.

      “We are telling them you’re a friend of the family,” Katherine continued. “Until we have confirmation on your relationship with Mark.”

      “Of course,” Dani said quickly. “Even if I am Mark’s daughter, there’s no rush on letting anyone know. I don’t want to make any trouble.”

      Something flickered in Katherine’s eyes, but before Dani could figure out what it was, she heard the sound of running footsteps. Dani looked toward the door as several children rushed inside.

      It was common knowledge that the Canfields had deliberately chosen special needs children when they’d decided to adopt. Two, a teenage girl and a younger boy, had Down’s syndrome. The other children’s issues were less visible. She glanced at Alex. All she knew about his past was that he’d been adopted when he was eight or nine. So what was his story and why had Katherine picked him?

      Katherine held out her arms. The children hurried close, all talking at once. She touched and greeted each one, moving her hands as she spoke to a pretty girl of eleven or twelve.

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