Heart At Risk. Ana Leigh

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СКАЧАТЬ Of course not. Scotty worshipped Aunt Beth, too. And besides, Scotty had so much love in his young heart, it was only natural for him to reach out to Kurt.

      If only she knew more about Kurt. What he’d been up to in the past ten years. Married? Divorced? Other children?

      There she was at it again. She wasn’t the omnipotent being in the issue. It wasn’t her decision. A power much greater than she had made the decision—and she had to have the faith to trust the outcome.

      “Kurt, wait. Are you religious at all?”

      “Enough to believe that whatever choices you make along the way will not change your destiny, whether you die young from an infected hangnail or in old age from senility.”

      She looked at him a moment then sighed. “Before you leave there’s something I must tell you.”

      “Maddie, I don’t want to know. I’ve heard all I want to hear. I’m just an ex-schoolmate passing through town. I’m not interested in hearing your family secrets, much less where the bodies are buried.”

      Maddie hesitated. He was giving her the excuse to ease her conscience if she let him leave without telling him. Then, once again, she reminded herself that this wasn’t about her interests or Kurt’s; this was about what was good for Scotty.

      Maddie took a deep breath. “I think you might be interested in what I have to say. Kurt, you’re Scotty’s father.”

      Too stunned to speak, Kurt stared at her until he found his voice. “What in hell are you trying to pull, lady? Is this some kind of con to put a squeeze on me?”

      “No, it’s not. I just thought you should know. Please feel free to leave.”

      “You’re damn right I’m leaving.”

      Kurt spun on his heel and headed back inside to get his pack. He got as far as the third step, then hesitated and came back.

      “Why me? That story might have worked with other men, but I’ve never laid a hand on you, so why try it with me?”

      “Kurt, I said you were free to leave. I struggled with telling you the truth from the time you showed up here. Now that I have, my conscience is clear and if you don’t choose to believe me, at least I did put it out on the table.”

      “That must have been one hell of a struggle since it took you ten years to tell me.”

      “And how would I have done so sooner, when I had no idea where to find you?”

      “I don’t know why I’m even pursuing this argument. But for a starter, when I left town Joey knew I headed to Milwaukee to enlist in the navy.”

      “By the time I realized I was pregnant, Joey had left here himself. I didn’t tell anyone the name of Scotty’s father.”

      “You still could have tracked me down through the government. I wasn’t in hiding.”

      Her eyes flashed angrily. “And if I had nothing better to do with my excessive wealth, I suppose I could have run a personal ad in every newspaper in the country, too—Kurt Bolen, all is forgiven. Come home and meet your son.”

      “You’ve got a good sell there, lady, but I’m not buying.”

      “Well, thank you again, for saving my son. I’m indebted to you for giving him to me ten years ago—and again today. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” She started to pass him, but his hand on her arm prevented her.

      “Oh, you’re good, baby. You’re good! If I didn’t know better, I’d start believing you myself. Why would you even try such a ridiculous scheme, when we both know nothing ever happened?”

      “It happened,” she said, and brushed aside his hand and opened the screen door.

      “Like when? The world’s already had one immaculate conception and I don’t frequent sperm banks.”

      She turned her head, and her look was withering. “Try ten years ago, Kurt, on the night of our graduation.”

      The screen door slammed behind her.

      Kurt followed her into the house. “What about the night of graduation?”

      Maddie cast a stricken look at Beth. “I’ve said all I prefer to on the subject.”

      “Is that right? Well tough, lady. You don’t drop a bombshell like this and then walk away. I want answers.”

      “It appears the two of you have an issue to resolve, so if you don’t mind finishing the dishes, Maddie, I’ll go to my room,” Beth said. “Thank you again, Kurt, for what you did this morning, and if I don’t see you again, good luck in the future.”

      “I’m not going anywhere,” he said.

      “You said you were leaving,” Maddie accused.

      For a long moment their determined gazes clashed, then Kurt looked at Beth. “That is if you have no objection, Beth.”

      “Of course not. I’ll break the good news to Scotty.” She hurried away.

      “I knew it would be a mistake to tell you about Scotty,” Maddie said, and began to put away the dishes.

      “What do you expect? You opened this can of worms. Why wouldn’t I want answers?”

      “What difference does it make now? It happened ten years ago.”

      “If I’m to believe you, the difference is upstairs in his bedroom.”

      Frustrated, Maddie dropped a glass and it splintered. She bent down to pick up the pieces and in her haste she cut her finger. It began to bleed.

      Kurt rushed over and turned on the faucet. “Get your finger under this cold water. Where’s the disinfectant?”

      “In the cabinet in the powder room.”

      “Keep your finger under that cold water until I get back.”

      He returned shortly with the tin of bandages and a bottle of disinfectant. “Let me take a look.”

      His hand was warm and incredibly gentle as he patted the finger dry with tissue and checked the cut. His nearness and the warmth of his touch gave an incredible sense of comfort—and an unexpected excitement.

      It had been ten years since Maddie had been this aware of a man’s touch—especially a man she’d been physically attracted to. And Lord knows, Kurt Bolen was physically attractive. Now, more than ever. She could well imagine the trail of broken hearts that followed him.

      Don’t even go there, Maddie.

      She felt foolish as he sprayed on disinfectant. “I’m fine.”

      “Just the same, let’s get a bandage on it to keep it clean.”

      He has beautiful hands, she thought as he pressed the gauze strip around the cut. Gentle, yet firm and comforting. His fingers were long and tan, the nails clipped СКАЧАТЬ