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“Yep. I sent him the link, and he ordered it.” Kat’s grin was mischievous. “They bend over backward when they think they’ll get money out of you.”

“That’s kind of mean, though.”

“Mean? They scam little old ladies out of money. I read about a scammer who brings in sixty thousand dollars a month. Sixty thousand a month! That’s mostly retirement money from innocent people. There’s no real way to catch them. The police over there don’t do anything about it. So, I fight back this way. I’m just wasting their time so they’re not draining some old lady’s bank account.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“Besides, I try to donate to the children over there when I can. I know there are starving kids in Africa.”

Damian’s heart constricted. She barely scraped by. It was really kind of her to do that. “That’s really thoughtful.” He decided to look into the charities that fed the children over there and donate a large sum when he got back to New York.

The conversation stalled and Damian’s thoughts went back to his father. What would he do if his father had a child with Lydia? He would have a sibling he’d never met. Anxious energy filled Damian and he stood. “Sorry, I can’t stop thinking about Lydia.”

Kat clicked on Facebook. “Sorry, they haven’t let me in the group yet.”

“That’s okay. Maybe I just need to go confront Lydia and let her know my suspicions.”

Kat bit her lip. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. If Lydia’s been keeping this a secret, she might wig out on you.”

“Maybe.”

Hilary came into the room. She looked like she’d put herself together. She was wearing jeans and a sweater. She stuck a plate of cookies at him. “Here. Try these. Are they any good?” The cookies were dark brown, and he couldn’t tell if they were burnt or just had too much cocoa in them.

Damian glanced at Kat.

“Go ahead. Usually, I don’t regret being her test rabbit. Just make sure there are no ghost peppers in them.”

Damian raised his eyebrows at Hilary, but she just laughed and shoved the plate at him again. “Try one.”

He picked up a cookie and bit into it. Despite how it looked, it tasted delicious. More like a dark chocolate delicacy. “This is good.”

A smile spread across Hilary’s face. “Thanks.”

He picked up a second one. “But I might have to test another one, just in case.”

Hilary laughed and Kat made a groaning noise. Then Kat kicked his foot. “Hey, come look. We’re in.”

Chapter 13

For some odd reason, Kat’s nerves were in a jumble as she typed in Lydia’s name to search the group for posts. Only one came up. It was from a couple of years ago.

My son won’t stop talking about the new Transformers movie, but he gets scared easily. Is it appropriate for young children?

Damian let out a breath of air. “Well, then it can’t be my father’s child. He bought the newspaper almost thirty years ago. Sounds like her kid is still in grade school.”

Kat chewed on her thumbnail. There was something off about the situation, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint it. “Yeah. I guess.”

“Then it must be something totally different.” Damian smiled at her, obviously relieved that his father hadn’t had an affair. “Maybe he just liked this town.”

“Sure, maybe.” The words came out, but Kat knew that wasn’t it. He’d said his mother got really upset when she found out where he was. The simple answer wasn’t going to work, but she didn’t want to make him anxious again, so she let it slide.

“Are you coming to the fundraiser this afternoon?” Hilary asked.

Kat shot her sister a warning glance. “I don’t think Damian wants to hang around an old folk’s home.”

Damian pointed to the plate Hilary held. “If you’re bringing these, I’m there.”

“And brownies and cupcakes too. It’s an auction to fund the activities at the center.” Hilary seemed pleased he liked her baking. She rocked back on her heels and grinned.

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