From Single Mum to Secret Heiress. KRISTI GOLD
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      “We don’t live in the same town.”

      “True, but it’s only a ninety-mile drive.”

      “You’re busy and I have a five-year-old child who is currently in school, plus I’m looking for a job.”

      He remembered another search she should be conducting, and this could be the key to spending more time with her. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you all night.”

      “Have I taken total leave of my senses?”

      He appreciated her wit, too. “This is about your biological father.”

      That seemed to sober her up. “What about him?”

      “Just wondering if you have any details about his life.”

      She sighed. “I only know that my mother hooked up with some guy who left her high and dry when she became pregnant with me. According to her, he was both ruthless and worthless.”

      Some people might describe J. D. Lassiter that way. “Did she ever offer to give you a name?”

      “No, and I didn’t ask. I figured that if he wanted nothing to do with me, then I wanted nothing to do with him.” Her tone was laced with false bravado.

      He did have a hard time believing J.D. would be so cold and uncaring that he would ignore his own flesh and blood no matter what the circumstances. “Maybe there were underlying issues that prevented him from being involved in your life.”

      “Do you mean the part about him being an absolute bastard, or that he was married?”

      Finally, a little more to go on. “Do you know that to be a fact? The married part.”

      “My mother hinted at that, but again, I can’t be certain.”

      “Then maybe it’s time you try to find out the truth. You owe it to yourself and to your daughter. Because if J.D. is actually your father, you have siblings.”

      Hannah seemed to mull that over for a time before she spoke again. “How do you propose I do that?”

      “With my help.”

      She frowned. “Why would you even want to help me?”

      “Because I can’t imagine what it would be like to have more questions than answers.” In some ways he did know that. Intimately. “And since I’m an attorney, and I know the Lassiters personally, I could do some subtle investigating without looking suspicious.”

      “It seems to me you would be too busy to take this on.”

      “Actually, I have a light caseload this week.” Or he would as soon as he asked his assistant to postpone a few follow-up appointments. “But I would definitely want you to be actively involved in the search.”

      “How do you suggest I do that from here?”

      Here came the part that would probably have her questioning his motives. “Not here. In Cheyenne. You could stay with me for a few days and I’ll show you the sights and introduce you to a few people. You could so some research during the day while I’m at work.”

      Hannah’s mouth opened slightly before she snapped it shut. “Stay with you?”

      He definitely understood why that part of the plan might get her hackles up. “Look, I have a forty-five-hundred-square-foot house with five bedrooms and seven baths. You’d have your own space. In fact, the master bedroom is downstairs and the guest rooms are all upstairs. We could go for days and not even see each other.” Like he intended for that to happen.

      “Good heavens, why would a confirmed bachelor need a house that size?”

      “I got a good deal on the place when the couple had to transfer out of state. And I like to entertain.”

      “Do you have a harem?”

      He couldn’t help but laugh for the second time tonight, something he’d rarely done over the past few years. “No harem. But I have five acres and a couple of horses, as well as a gourmet kitchen. My housekeeper comes by twice a week and makes meals in advance if I don’t want to cook.”

      “You know how to cook?” she asked, sounding doubtful.

      “Yeah. I know my way around the stove.”

      She smiled. “Mac and cheese? BLT sandwiches? Or maybe when you’re feeling adventurous, you actually tackle scrambled eggs?”

      “My favorite adventurous meal will always be Italian. You’d like my mostaccioli.”

      She loosened her grip on her bag and slipped the strap on her shoulder. “As tempting as that sounds, I can’t just take off for Cheyenne without my daughter. She won’t be out of school for five weeks.”

      “Is there someone who could watch her for a few days?” Damn, he almost sounded desperate.

      “Possibly, but I’ve never left Cassie alone for more than a night,” she said. “I don’t know how she would handle it. I don’t know how I would handle it. Besides, I’m not sure I could accomplish that much in a few days even if I did decide to go.”

      He might be losing the battle, but he intended to win the war. “You could drive up for day trips, but that would require a lot of driving. If you stayed with me a couple of days, that would give us time to get to know each other better.”

      “Residing in a stranger’s house would require a huge leap of faith.”

      He closed the space between them and cupped her face in his palm. “We’re not strangers anymore. Not after you did this.”

      He kissed her softly, thoroughly, with just enough exploration to tempt her to take him up on his offer. And once he was done, he moved away but kept his gaze locked on hers. “There could be more of that if you decide you want it. Again, no pressure. I’m just asking you to think about it. You might have the answers you need about your heritage, and we might find out we enjoy each other’s company. Unless you’re afraid to explore the possibilities...”

      Logan realized he’d hit a home run when he saw a hint of defiance in Hannah’s eyes. “I’m not the cowardly type, but I am cautious because I have to be. However, I will consider your suggestion and give you my answer tomorrow.”

      “Do you mind giving me your number? So I can call and let you know when your car’s on its way.” And in case he needed to further plead his case.

      She dug through her purse for a pen and paper and scribbled down the information on the back of a receipt. “That’s my home and cell number,” she said as she handed it over. “Feel free to send me a text.”

      As Logan pocketed the paper, Hannah withdrew her keys, turned around and unlocked the door with a little effort, then walked inside without another word.

      Logan was left alone on the porch to ponder why being with her again seemed so damn important. He had his choice of beautiful women back in Cheyenne, although most hadn’t come close to capturing his interest like СКАЧАТЬ