Ordinary Girl, Millionaire Tycoon. Darlene Gardner

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СКАЧАТЬ that affiliate stations might pick up the feature and run with it,” she continued in the same cheerful tone. “Isn’t that wonderful? That means people all across the country might see it.”

      Tony’s fingers tightened on the receiver. “I thought we agreed when I was in Ohio last month that you wouldn’t give any interviews. I thought you wanted to keep your life as normal as possible.”

      “I do,” Sofia said. “But I haven’t had any luck finding Constanzia on my own, and I got to thinking that I could use the publicity to my advantage.”

      “Publicity isn’t always a good thing, Sofia. Did it occur to you that McIntosh is about to be besieged by women who claim their name is Constanzia?”

      She laughed the same laugh that had warmed him since his father had brought her into their lives. Tony had been a six-year-old boy desperately in need of a mother. His father, widowed for almost that long, had needed a wife. Sofia had only been twenty, but she’d fulfilled both roles beautifully. Tony still thought she’d given his late father far more than he’d deserved.

      Tony would have gladly called her “Mom,” but she’d always insisted he refer to her as “Sofia.” She said she never wanted him to forget that the woman who’d given birth to him had loved him with all her heart, even if he didn’t remember her.

      “I hardly think Constanzias will storm the town, Tony. I only gave away the one daughter.”

      “And how much money have you given away since you won the lottery?”

      “I really can’t say.”

      Tony couldn’t either, and that was the crux of the problem. He’d fled the stifling environment of McIntosh for Michigan State as soon as he was old enough for college, found excuses not to come home for the summer, settled in Seattle after graduation and had only returned to Ohio for brief visits since.

      Even after his father died of a sudden heart attack two years ago, Tony could justify living apart from Sofia. She was still a young woman, her life was in McIntosh and she’d visited him often in Seattle.

      A one-dollar lottery ticket she’d bought on a whim after stopping for bottled water at the 7-Eleven had changed everything.

      Sofia had beaten fourteen-million-to-one odds by predicting the six correct numbers in the Super Lotto. As the single winner, the ten-million dollar jackpot was hers and hers alone.

      The irony that Sofia was the one who’d gotten rich quick didn’t escape Tony. She’d all but supported their family single-handedly while he was growing up. His father had worked sporadically, persisting in the mistaken belief that one of his wacky inventions would make them rich.

      Sofia’s stroke of luck had set Tony’s mind at ease about her future. Her lump-sum cash payment was just over three and a half million after federal and state taxes, enough for her to quit her job and be set for life.

      But then the reports had started filtering in from his high school friend Will Sandusky, who still lived in McIntosh.

      Sofia, it seemed, was a soft touch. So far she’d doled out money to a couple who planned to start a business making custom chocolates, paid off a stranger’s mortgage and sent her friend on a Caribbean anniversary cruise. And now she was inviting trouble.

      At this rate, she’d lose her newfound fortune before a few years were out.

      Tony rubbed his forehead to ward off a brewing headache. “Sofia, you really don’t see a problem here?”

      “Is everything all right, Tony?” His girlfriend Ellen Fitzsimmons stuck her beautiful blond head around the door frame, her question drowning out his stepmother’s reply.

      She held a wine goblet in her right hand, and the overhead light caught the rich red hue of the merlot. It reminded him that he’d originally intended to break out a bottle of champagne to cap off an evening that had begun at a trendy French restaurant he’d booked a week in advance.

      “Just a second, Sofia,” he told his stepmother. He covered the receiver, futilely wishing Ellen had stayed in the living room. “Everything’s fine, Ellen. I’ll be just a few more minutes.”

      She hesitated, but then left the room on three-inch heels, the skirt of her dress swirling around her slender legs. Tony waited until she was gone to speak into the receiver. “I’ll tell you what the problem is. Fake Constanzias who’ll want a piece of your fortune.”

      “Tony, dear, it’s not like I won a Powerball jackpot.” Sofia sounded amused. “And there aren’t that many women named Constanzia.”

      “We talked about this when the private investigator couldn’t find out anything, remember? He said the adoptive parents might not have kept the name Constanzia.”

      “He didn’t know that for sure. Besides, I have to take the chance. I don’t have much information to go on.”

      “You’re inviting pretenders.”

      “But I’ll know if someone’s trying to put one over on me. I have a picture of her in my head, Tony. When I close my eyes, I can almost see what she looks like.”

      Tony’s head throbbed, and he rubbed his forehead with two fingers. “When, Sofia? You’ve been looking for Constanzia since I was in college. The P.I. I hired couldn’t find her. What makes you so sure she’ll show up?”

      “Besides the power of publicity?” she asked, then answered herself. “I have faith.”

      “Do you know how vulnerable that faith makes you to an impostor?”

      “If it’ll make you happy, dear, I’ll ask Constanzia to show me her driver’s license.”

      “It’s easy to get a fake ID,” he said, trying not to sound frustrated. He knew how much finding Constanzia meant to Sofia. Hell, there was nothing he wanted more for her. But if a top-notch P.I. couldn’t locate her, chances were slight that a mention on a television program would. “Anybody with access to the Internet can call up a dozen sites that will do it for you.”

      “Oh, Tony. You’re being dramatic. Do you honestly believe somebody would pretend to be my daughter just because I have a little money?”

      He stifled a groan at her definition of multimillions as a “little” money. “Yes, I do believe that.”

      Her sigh was audible even over the phone line. “I wish you weren’t so cynical, Tony.”

      “I wish you weren’t so trusting.”

      “Let’s not argue. I see you so seldom that even our time on the phone is precious to me. Have I told you lately that I miss you?”

      “I miss you, too,” he said while he faced the inevitable. He needed to go back to McIntosh to make sure a fraud didn’t worm her way into Sofia’s life. He felt confident he could run off most of the pretenders with a show of bluster. And as a last resort, there was always DNA testing. He took a deep breath, then forced out the words. “In fact, it’s time I paid you a visit.”

      Even as he made the declaration, he knew he’d used the wrong word. This wouldn’t be a visit, but an indefinite stay.

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