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“Spend the night,” I demand.

He chuckles. “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

“Good,” I say as I nuzzle his chest, his strong arms wrapping around me. “And, do that again.”

His chuckle turns into a full-blown laugh. “You’re demanding for someone who just had an out-of-body experience.”

I pull back and look up at him. His eyes are filled with mirth.

“I’m not demanding.”

He leans down and kisses me. “I like demanding women.”

“OK, well, then, I am very demanding!”

He tickles me and I giggle, squirming to get out of his grip. He flips me onto my back and soon my giggles become moans as his hands go from belly to core. He makes quick work of getting another condom and then he’s back inside me. He pulls my legs up to his shoulders and doesn’t relent on his pace until I’m screaming incoherent things and he’s roaring my name and emptying his seed inside me.

This time when he pulls out, he settles me against him and drags my covers over our bodies. My eyes drift closed. I feel safe, cared for, and completely sated.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Grady

Jason Winters. He’s just how I thought he would look. He’s in dark jeans and a button-down shirt. His hair is darker than mine, his chin different, but his eyes. That’s what stops me in my tracks as I approach him. His eyes are…my eyes.

I still can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s like I’m in a dream.

I hold out a hand as I reach the table. He stands and takes it.

“Nice to meet you, Grady,” he says warmly.

“Likewise,” I reply before taking a seat. We are at a table far away from others on a veranda overlooking the ocean. Even if people were near us, it’d be hard to hear us over the crashing waves. It’s the perfect spot to have this conversation.

Jason looks at me with curiosity as he takes a sip of beer he has already ordered. A waiter walks over, and I order one, too.

“So, you said you have information about my father?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

I nod. “Did you know your dad?”

He shakes his head. “My parents split up before I was born. My mom never spoke about him.”

“And you were never curious?” I question because I’m surprised that he doesn’t know.

He shrugs. “I guess, I was content with my life. My mom remarried when I was three, but Bob died when I was twelve in a car accident. Mom died a little over seven years ago from cancer. I’ve thought about looking for my dad, but life’s been busy lately.”

I pull out some photos from my pocket and place them on the table. “Do you know who Ken Daniels was?”

His eyes widen in surprise. “The race car driver who was killed?”

“Yes.”

He nods. “Yes, I do.”

“He was your father,” I state, gauging his reaction.

“No…I mean…that’s not possible.” He is shaking his head as he reaches out to pick up the photo and examine it.

“There’s more,” I say as I wait for him to process the first giant piece of news. His eyes meet mine. And I see the recognition when he looks at me, really looks at me.

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