of Hank would cause total chaos in her world, as well.
And then there was Hank to think of.
He’d been good to her. Good when he didn’t have to be. She couldn’t allow him to be on the receiving end of such a blow. For all intents and purposes, Hank had been Janie’s father from the moment the little girl had been born. She hadn’t forced the role on Hank; he’d taken it on gladly.
Hank loved their daughter and Janie was their daughter. He had raised Janie with her for five years. And then, even after they had gotten a divorce, he hadn’t divorced himself from Janie, hadn’t taken himself out of her life. He considered himself to be Janie’s father even after Anne had told Hank who Janie’s real father was. She couldn’t just pull the rug out from under him now, not without giving him fair warning.
A lot of fair warning.
And yet, here he was, Danny Stockton, like some ghost out of the past, standing on her doorstep. If Janie came into the room, all he would need was to take one look at the little girl and he’d know she was his.
She could feel her stomach tying itself up into a knot.
“What are you doing here?” Anne heard herself finally asking, feeling as if she was trapped in some sort of a surreal dream.
All this time and she hadn’t changed a bit, Dan thought, trying not to stare at her. If anything, Annie was even more beautiful than he remembered.
“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by,” Danny answered glibly. “No?” he asked, seeing the look on her face. He shrugged, feeling awkward, something he’d never felt around her before. “Well, it was worth a shot. The truth is, I saw a clip on TV a month ago. Jamie and his triplets were in it. After the program was over, I couldn’t stop seeing their faces. I knew I had to come back to Rust Creek Falls to see them.”
You had to come back to see them. But not me. “Oh, I see,” Anne murmured, her voice stilted.
“And you,” Dan added awkwardly, realizing his oversight. “I wanted to see you.” He blew out a ragged breath and then asked, “Can I come in?”
For a moment, it looked as if she was going to say no. But then she stepped back and gestured for him to enter the house.
“Mom?” Janie called out. She ventured into the living room and looked uncertainly at the stranger talking to her mother.
For the second time in as many minutes, Anne felt her heart lodge itself in her throat as she all but stopped breathing.
Could Danny see it? Could he see that Janie was his daughter?
She slanted a hesitant look in his direction. Danny was smiling broadly at the little girl.
“Hi. You must be Janie,” he said. There was clearly awe in his eyes.
The picture of confidence and self-assurance, Janie raised her chin. “I am. Who are you?” she wanted to know.
“Janie,” Anne chided her daughter for responding so bluntly.
“No, that’s okay,” Danny was quick to tell her. “She’s being direct. That’s a very positive quality to have.” He turned his attention to the little girl. “I’m Daniel Stockton,” he told her. “I used to live in Rust Creek Falls.”
“And you were friends with my mom?” Janie asked, curious.
Anne felt a sharp pang in her heart, afraid of saying anything. Afraid of giving herself away.
He looked at Anne for a moment before he answered. “Yes,” he replied quietly. “I was friends with your mom.”
“And my dad?” Janie wanted to know, probing further.
“No,” Dan answered truthfully. “I’m afraid that I never met your dad.”
Growing progressively more apprehensive, Anne didn’t want this exchange to go any further. Not until she set a few ground rules to make sure that nothing was exposed ahead of time.
Until then, she needed to keep Janie and Danny away from one another.
“Did you finish your homework, young lady?” she asked her daughter.
“No, not yet,” Janie began. “But—”
Anne cut her off. “Then I suggest you go back and finish it. That’s what we agreed to, remember?” she reminded her daughter.
Janie made a face. “I don’t remember agreeing,” she protested. “You just told me to do it.”
“Same thing, puddin’,” Anne told her daughter affectionately. “Now go,” she said, pointing toward the rear of the house where Janie’s room was located, “and don’t come back until you’ve finished doing it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Janie sighed with a pout. Turning, she dragged her feet as she went to her room.
“She looks like you.”
So worried that he’d see himself in their daughter, Anne didn’t hear him at first. And then his words replayed themselves in her head. She turned around to face Danny, a little stunned.
“What?”
“I said she looks like you.” There was no missing the fondness in his voice. Or the wistfulness. “A miniature carbon copy of what you looked like at that age. She’s what, about nine, right?”
Nine would make her safe, Anne thought. If Danny thought that Janie was nine, then he’d definitely believe that the little girl was Hank’s daughter and that would be that. Fear of discovery would be taken off the table once and for all.
But saying yes would be lying, Anne thought and somehow, she just couldn’t bring herself to lie to Danny after all these years.
The word stuck in her throat like a fishbone that had been accidentally swallowed.
Rather than say yes or no, Anne focused on something else he had just said. “You really think she looks like me?”
“Absolutely,” he assured her. “Right down to her stubborn streak.”
“What does a stubborn streak look like?” Anne asked wryly.
Dan smiled at her, fighting a very strong desire to touch her. Not in the intimate way he used to—after all, she was another man’s wife now—but just to put his hand on her shoulder, to connect with her for the smallest of moments.
“I’m looking at it right now,” he told Annie. And then his smile faded as he grew serious. “When you opened the door just now, you asked me what I was doing here.”
Anne inclined her head, slightly embarrassed. “Not exactly the politest way to greet someone after twelve years,” she admitted, then went on to say, “but in my defense, you did catch me by surprise.”
Lord, but she looked good, he couldn’t help thinking, all but devouring her with his eyes. “You know, I didn’t exactly tell you the truth when I said I was in the neighborhood.”
