Page 44 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

She stood there for a long time, listening to the clock ticking on the wall. Her sister walked in and stopped short. “Did Damian leave?”

“Yes.”

A perplexed look crossed her face. “Why?”

“Because I’m plain coffee and we both know it.” In a spontaneous move, she grabbed her car keys. “I’ve got something I’ve got to do. I’ll see you later.”

“But—”

Kat didn’t wait for Hilary to finish. She grabbed her coat and left. She had to go see Lydia. The sooner she could find out answers, the sooner he’d leave and she could get on with life.

She knew Lydia lived outside of town, but she wasn’t sure which house, so she pulled out her phone and looked up the address before she started her car. Soon she was on the highway. As her GPS led her to a small, white farmhouse she crossed her fingers. It was a big risk, but if things went down the way she suspected, she’d be out of a job soon anyway.

The tires of her car crunched on the snow packed on the gravel driveway. She slowed and stopped in front of the house. The front walkway was neatly shoveled, a vinyl snowman on the front door. A festive wreath hung on the siding.

Kat shook off her nerves and walked to the front door. She pressed the bell before she could change her mind and leave. A moment passed before the door opened.

A man stood behind the screen door, and Kat knew immediately who it was. His jet-black hair and dark eyes looked just like Damian. But that’s where the similarities stopped. His almond eyes, flat bridge, and small stature told her why Lydia was asking about a children’s movie. He had Down syndrome.

She cleared her throat. She had to follow through with this. “Is Lydia home?”

He nodded, a smile stretched across his face. He turned and yelled, “Mom!”

Lydia came to the door. Her face paled when she saw Kat. She turned to her son. “Wes, go finish with your project.”

Wes nodded and disappeared into the house.

Lydia stared at Kat. “Katherine, what are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you.” Kat stuffed her hands in her pockets and crossed her fingers.

“There’s nothing to be said.”

Surprise, surprise. Lydia didn’t want to talk. But this wasn’t going to go away. Kat took in a breath. “Well, you can talk to me, or I can tell Damian what I suspect, which might not be accurate.”

“You’re not going to tell him anything.”

“Yes, I am. But what I say depends on you.”

Lydia clenched her jaw a few times, then she nodded and opened the screen door. “All right. Come in.”

Lydia led her into a small living room. She motioned to a chair. “Sit.”

Kat did as she was told.

Lydia sat on the love seat and rubbed her temples. “What do you want to know.”

“Is that Damian’s half-brother?”

She paused, then said, “Yes.”

“You had an affair with Damian’s father.”

Even though it wasn’t a question, Lydia answered anyway. “Yes.”

“And Damian has no idea.”

Lydia blew out a breath. She looked tired. When did she get all those wrinkles on her face? She looked ten years older. “Right,” she admitted. “Lawrence didn’t want Damian to know.”

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