was upset. Was she upset that he’d put JT first, rushing off to take care of his needs? No, he couldn’t believe Holly was that much like Jennifer. She looked more upset than angry.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, as she carefully folded his dish towel and hung it on the drying rack.
Holly turned to face him, her eyes full of reproach. “Why didn’t you tell me JT was your nephew?”
Damn, he’d forgotten. He hadn’t wanted to push JT to call him Dad, not when he’d known him all along as Uncle Gabe. “JT is Claire’s son.”
His sister’s name caused her expression to soften. “Oh no, Claire? Claire is the one who’d died in a car crash?”
Holly had only met Claire once, so it wasn’t too surprising that she hadn’t jumped to the right conclusion right away. If he was honest, he’d admit he hadn’t tried very hard to clarify the truth either. “Yes. I took custody of JT the same day.”
“I’m sorry.” Remorse filled her face. But then she frowned, her expression more hurt than puzzled. “But, Gabe, why didn’t you tell me? You must have known that I’d assume JT was biologically your son.”
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