clenched, but she ignored it. If Gary had plans to relocate cross-country, that gave her all the more reason to ignore any attraction that still lingered between them after all this time.
She redirected the conversation—and her thoughts—to work. Work was safe. Chitchat was not.
“So what brings the award-winning Gary Barksdale to a fund-raiser for SIDS?”
The words had no sooner left her lips than she wondered whether or not he’d lost a child. Good heavens. It had been so long since she’d seen him, he was probably married with a house full of kids by now. Some people actually developed lives after college.
Sophie wasn’t one of them. She’d developed one hell of a career, deciding the corporate fast track suited her much better than thoughts of family, or love.
Gary opened his mouth to answer her question, but Sophie interrupted. “I shouldn’t have asked that. I know a lot of attendees have lost a child. You don’t have to answer me.”
“No children.” Gary shook his head. “No wife.”
A traitorous note of relief whispered through Sophie’s veins, and she mentally chastised herself.
The decision to break off their relationship had been hers. She had no right to feel comforted by the fact he apparently hadn’t found anyone to take her place—yet.
“It was my nephew.” Gary let out a quick sigh. “Six years ago. Just about devastated our family.”
His words jolted her from her selfish thoughts.
His nephew.
Sophie reached out to touch his arm, but withdrew her fingers at the last moment. “I’m so sorry.”
“Thanks.” He forced a smile that didn’t come anywhere close to reaching his eyes. “They say time heals, but I don’t think it ever does.”
“Do they have other children?” Sophie hated the thought of anyone losing a child, remembering the way the death of her niece had sliced her clean through. She couldn’t imagine how a parent would survive.
Gary nodded. “They didn’t then. Adam was their one and only. It took them a while to have him. After he died, they tried again, and then chose adoption.” He tipped his head across the room. “I don’t know where my sister would be today without her.”
Sophie followed his gaze to where Maggie Alexander and her daughter stood. Her heart caught.
“Maggie’s your sister?”
“If you hadn’t dumped me so fast in school, you might have met my family.”
Sophie knew she should respond to Gary’s dig, but she couldn’t convince her brain to focus on anything but the young girl standing across the room, clinging to her mother’s hand.
Ally Alexander.
Adopted.
Ally Alexander.
With a birthmark identical to her niece’s.
Was there a chance—any chance at all—that Robin had survived the fire? After all, the investigators had found no remains.
What if the little girl the Alexanders had adopted was Robin? Could it be possible?
No.
She was thinking crazy thoughts. If Robin had survived, Sophie would be raising her now. After all, she’d been named guardian by Becca the day Robin was born.
They’d never found any bones that had been identified as Robin’s. They’d blamed it on her young age and the intense heat of the fire that had burned out of control for over forty-five minutes.
“Soph? You okay?”
The old nickname jerked Sophie’s stare away from Ally Alexander and back to Gary.
A frown had replaced his grin.
Sophie gave a quick shake of her head. “I’m fine. I was just thinking what a lovely family they make.”
Gary reached out and wrapped his fingers around her elbow. Heat seared from the point of contact through the thick weave of her suit. “I was sorry to hear about your sister and your niece. I should have called.”
Sophie swallowed and shook her head, taking a backward step to free her arm from his touch. “It’s okay. Listen, I need to get going.” She nodded to where Cookie stood waiting for her at the exit door. “It was good to see you.”
“You, too.” Gary held out a hand and she shook it, extracting her fingers from his as quickly as she could.
“See you around.”
Sophie beat a path across the room and past Cookie, holding her breath until she exited into the cool October air.
“You look like you just saw a ghost,” Cookie said as he loaded his equipment into the station’s van.
Sophie reached for the passenger door and shot a glance back at the banquet room door. “Call me crazy, Cook, but I think I just saw two.”
SOPHIE MARKHAM.
Gary’s gut did a sideways roll as he watched the dark-haired beauty walk away. Seven years. Seven years and she still had the same effect on him she’d had when he’d first spotted her on the University of Delaware campus.
His thoughts quickly shifted from the first time he’d seen Sophie to the last. The day she’d walked out of his life with no explanation other than the fact she didn’t need a man.
Didn’t want a man.
Didn’t want him.
The warmth that had spread inside his chest as they’d spoken wavered, cooling to an icy chill.
He’d known their paths would cross at some point. How could they not? He wrote for the largest paper in Philadelphia and Sophie reported for the most popular station. Matter of fact, it was a miracle they hadn’t bumped into each other before.
“Uncle Gary!”
The shrill little voice cut through his thoughts and he turned to find his niece, Ally, racing toward him, her patent-leather shoes slapping against the ballroom floor.
He dropped to one knee and braced himself for impact. Ally did not disappoint, launching herself at him as her uninhibited giggle filled the air.
Gary caught her under the arms, giving her a quick squeeze then lifting her up off the floor. He planted a kiss against her rosy cheek. “What’s up, kiddo?”
All thoughts of Sophie Markham faded as he took in Ally’s toothy grin and the sprinkle of freckles that spread across her pert nose.
“Mommy’s giving a party.” She nodded, excitement pouring off her small frame. “And did you see the TV camera? Mommy’s famous.”
“Yes, she is.”
