Gilbert Watson sat with his legs crossed, gazing down at Claire Miler with a cold, condescending stare.
The woman before him had tear-streaked cheeks and trembling, slender shoulders. She held Adam tightly in her arms. Her hair was a mess from the earlier struggle, and a button near her collar had been torn off, revealing her fair, snow-white skin. The disheveled state gave her a fragile sensuality, making her appear far more alluring than usual, enticing enough to stir the imagination.
A sudden tightness gripped his lower abdomen, a heat surging through him, leaving his throat dry and his breath uneven.
Out of nowhere, the memory of that night six years ago flashed through his mind...
Could it really have been her?
He was stunned and utterly taken aback.
Until now, he'd been too thrilled by the discovery of another son to stop and consider how that child had come to be. But now, the doubts began to swirl.
