she wanted it, where she could lean back and still touch her daughter. “No answer prepared, Fiona?”
Her fingers gripped the back edges of the chair tightly. Her voice was equally tight when she spoke. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no, Steve isn’t Katy’s father. He’s a very good friend. I’m sure that’s a concept you don’t understand, but it’s true all the same. I don’t tell anyone Katy’s father’s name because I’d rather forget he exists, just as he forgot we existed.”
Forgot her, her annoying little voice whispered. Never knew about Katy.
She took a few deep breaths to ease the panic rising in her chest, to control the emotion in her voice. “I appreciate your bringing my purse and keys. Now I’d appreciate it if you would leave.” And not come back. She bit back the words, but he looked as if he heard them anyway.
Lines bracketed his mouth, and tension gave his face a hard, shuttered look. “I’ll be around.”
Was that a promise? she wanted to call out as the door closed behind him.
Or a threat?
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