Valentine's Secret Child

“I did look.”

“I’ve got a pretty high profile. If you’d really wanted to find me, you would have.”

“Mitch. You left the state. You lived on the streets. When you checked back in to the mainstream, you changed your damn name.”

“You could have found me. That brother of yours, who finds people for a living, he could have found me.”

“He tried. I swear to you. He’s been trying all along. He—”

“Hold on.” Those eyes of his had narrowed dangerously. “Money. That’s it, isn’t it? Money is what this is all about?”

“What?”

“Don’t give me that sweet, bewildered look. I’m not buying. You want money. You’ve had a kid and you want to pass that kid off as mine, start collecting those fat child-support checks.”

“That’s ridiculous. And cruel.”

“Hey. You should see it from where I’m standing.”

A couple of men in suits and ties came out of the restaurant and headed for the side of the building and the valet parking stand. They were careful not to glance at Kelly and Mitch as they went by, but their presence brought it home to her that the two of them couldn’t stand out here trading excuses and accusations all night.

She wrapped her arms tighter around herself and spoke in a tone just above a whisper. “Look. I know this has to be one hell of a shock to you. And I know that I screwed up. I handled this all wrong—if there even is a right way to handle telling a guy you had his baby nine years ago. But the fact remains, we had a child together. You have a daughter. You needed to know that. And now you do.”

That seemed to settle him down. At least a little. He turned from her, then turned back. He raised an arm and rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re right. It’s a shock.”

“Yes. Of course. I understand.”

“I don’t know what to think. I’m going to need a little time to, uh, deal with this.”

“Fine.”

“I’ll…be in touch. You can count on that.”