His Daughter...Their Child

The sound of raucous laughter came from the group of men. One of the men had turned on a flat-screen TV in the corner to check sports scores. Jenny was helping Martha serve more hors d’oeuvres.

“I don’t want to discuss this here,” Clay said evenly.

Celeste had the feeling he didn’t want to discuss it at all. “Your life with Zoie affected me, too, Clay, just as I’m affecting your life now. All of us made choices and some of them are mistakes.”

“Do you believe being our surrogate was a mistake?”

“Not when I look at Abby,” she said gently. “Not when I see how much you love her.”

The conflict in Clay’s eyes shifted to pain, and she wondered what he was thinking. But he’d never confide in her. After all, she’d made sure she’d never been close enough to him for confidences.

Glancing away from Clay assessing her and her motivation, she spotted Jesse watching her. She didn’t want to seem rude, yet she wasn’t interested in a date. She could sense his interest and knew that’s where a conversation would be headed … unless she told him some facet of the truth.

“I don’t know how to ask you this,” she said, turning back to Clay.

“Just ask.”

“When people want to know why I’ve come back to Miners Bluff and why I’m staying, I’d like to tell them the truth—that I’m here to get to know my daughter. Will that bother you?”

His mouth tightened into a straight line. “Maybe you could hold off on any declarations of intent. We don’t know where this is going.”

“I do.”

“Celeste,” he said, with hoarse frustration. “You’re pushing hard. Give me and Abby a chance to catch our breath.”

Silas Decker’s booming voice suddenly rang through the room. “Attention everyone. We’re all going to settle into my home theater where we can watch my son’s newest blockbuster. Martha will show you to the buffet and you can enjoy dinner while you watch.”

“I guess Zack has a new movie,” Celeste mused to break the tension between her and Clay.

“From what Silas has said, it could be another Oscar winner. Zack has definitely found his niche as a filmmaker. I’m probably going to cut out as soon as it’s over,” Clay said. “I know we still have a lot to discuss. Maybe we should do it on neutral ground.”

“Such as?”

“My parents are taking Abby to a children’s play in Flagstaff on Sunday afternoon. How would you like to go hiking with me on Moonshadow Mountain?”

Celeste’s heart beat fast as she remembered the purple cliffs leading to the peak where the world seemed far away beneath.

“I promise we’ll take it slow. You might not be used to the altitude yet.”

His voice had a reassuring quality to it, but she didn’t want reassurance.

What she wanted was to prove to him she was not her twin.

Chapter Four

Celeste’s footsteps were muffled by the soft carpet of pine needles that cut through the forest. Ponderosas stood scattered between Douglas firs along a path that had been carved out decades ago and seemed to renew itself each year.

As she and Clay climbed out of the shadows into the sun, her boot hit a clump of earth, and stones clattered in the silence.

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