was an honest question that most people might be afraid to ask, but Raina didn’t mind. She appreciated that the woman wasn’t walking on eggshells around her like most of the other parents. When she’d come to school with Zoe a week after Alexa’s death, she’d seen the downcast looks, the pity stares. Lord knew what poor Zoe was going through. She knew kids could be cruel. “We’re doing the best we can,” Raina answered.
Cynthia touched her shoulder. “Well, if there’s anything that I can do, babysitting and the like, please let me know. Alexa was always such a help with Caroline.”
“Thank you. I appreciate the offer.”
Raina stayed in the kitchen with the other parents, sipping coffee and eating coffee cake, while the kids played outside in the inflatable obstacle course complete with pop-ups, a slide and a tunnel. She didn’t have much to share with most of the women in the room because they were married homemakers. There were only two single parents in the bunch. Most of them were sympathetic and offered words of wisdom here and there, but Raina quickly realized she had a long road ahead of her if she didn’t have Spencer Davis to help her. She just hoped he wouldn’t hate her too much, but she didn’t have any choice. She had to know the truth.
* * *
“Spencer, Chad Gray is on the phone,” Mona told him on Monday morning.
“Did he say what it was in regards to?” Spencer pressed the intercom button down.
“No, but if you’d like me to twenty-question him, I can,” she replied in her usual Mona-like manner.
“That won’t be necessary. I’ll take it.” Spencer reached for the receiver. “Chad, what can I do for you?”
“Well, as your lawyer I was served with a request for you to submit to a paternity test.”
“What!” Spencer sat up in his ergonomic executive chair. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Why don’t you tell me?”
“There’s nothing to tell,” Spencer replied. He’d always been an advocate for safe sex. Even if a woman claimed she was on the pill, he didn’t care; he still put on a condom. Always. He wasn’t going to take the chance of becoming a father before he was ready.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes,” Spencer stated emphatically. “Matter of fact, I’ve been celibate of late.”
“Well this is going back seven years,” his attorney replied.
Spencer became silent. Seven years ago, he’d been knee-deep into partying and alcohol. Although he always stressed safe sex, was it possible that one time he could have slipped? “Who is she?”
“Does the name Alexa Martin ring a bell?”
Spencer’s mind wandered, trying to recall his heyday of partying in the clubs with Ty and Cameron. The memories were fuzzy, but the name sounded oddly familiar.
“What does she want?”
“It’s more like what her sister wants.”
“Why would her sister care about paternity?”
“Because Alexa Martin passed away and her sister, Raina, has guardianship of her daughter, Zoe Martin.”
Raina. It couldn’t be his Raina, could it? “What’s the sister’s name again?” But even as he asked the question, Spencer knew the answer. It was as if someone had just punched him in the gut.
“Raina Martin. She’s petitioning you to submit to a paternity test on behalf of her niece.”
Spencer’s heart sank. Raina. The first woman in years that he’d been attracted to, the first woman in a long, long time that he’d thought didn’t have an ulterior motive in meeting him. He’d been wrong.
Raina Martin had connived her way into catering a party that she knew he would attend. For what? What had she hoped to gain? Had she been looking to see if she could have the same chance with him her sister might have had? If so, she’d sure played it close to the vest, acting all sweet and innocent. She’d really duped him.
“Well, the name Alexa Martin doesn’t ring any bells. I don’t recall having sex with her.”
“That’s all fine and good, but you don’t want to push this, Spencer. It could get real ugly if she decides to take her story to the press. She could do a real smear campaign on you. I did some research and Alexa recently died of cancer. Beating up on her grieving sister whose only trying to take care of her niece would shine a negative light on you, especially when your agency is taking off.”
“So she’s a do-gooder?” Spencer asked bitterly, upset with himself for liking the fact that she was raising her sister’s kid.
“If you want to call it that. Quite frankly, you can put this whole matter to rest by taking the paternity test and ruling yourself out.”
“That sounds reasonable enough, Chad, but what if I am the girl’s father?” Spencer inquired. “What then?”
“Then you’d better be ready to pay up. Raina Martin is requesting child support and is open to visitation rights.”
“Visitation rights?” Spencer said. “If I’m the father, why would I leave my child to be raised by someone other than me?”
“You’re right. The courts do prefer to leave a child with the birth parents, but you didn’t even know she existed. And listen, at this point, this is all purely conjecture. You need to take the test.”
“I’ll give it some thought,” Spencer said and quickly hung up the phone. But he was going to do more than give it some thought. He was going to find Raina Martin and give her a piece of his mind for her deceptive ways. Allyson had given him Raina’s business card and he was about the pay the lady a visit.
She may not be a gold digger, but she wasn’t a saint, either. Why else would she have catered the very same party he was attending? There was more to the story and he intended to find out what.
* * *
“I think we have some really good ideas for the Hudsons’ dinner party in South Beach,” Raina told Summer as they sat down at the kitchen counter, writing out the menu for their next event later in the week.
“Yeah, yeah,” Summer said. “So when are we finally going to talk about what’s really on your mind?”
“What do you mean?” Raina’s brow furrowed.
“Spencer Davis ring a bell?”
Raina rolled her eyes upward. “Do we have to?” She was doing her best to avoid thinking about the sexy former basketball star. But he’d never been far from her thoughts. The other night, she’d had an erotic dream about making love to him. Raina knew a man like Spencer would know how to please a woman until her toes curled.
“Yes, we do,” Summer said, swinging her bar stool closer to Raina until she was inches away. “You can’t deny how affected you were. I haven’t
