Page 245 of Remiss
“You tried to fuck Christopher,” Bash growled, his mood changing. “I’m not good enough to fuck?”
“That was wrong of me,” she responded, knowing if she cowered, he’d grab her or shoot her. “I loved Johnnie then and I love him now. I’ve never thought if you’re good enough or not, Bash. I love my husband,” she said for the thousandth time that day.
She ignored his glower and powered on. If he didn’t want to answer any more questions, the meeting would end.
“I need a way to contact Hopper.”
“Why?”
She had a ready excuse. “I want to talk to her about Jana Reynolds.”
“Johnnie’s daughter?”
Bash provided the answer to the question that had haunted her. Somehow, she managed not to fall to pieces. What did they say about killing the messenger? Andshe’dhave to deliver that news to Johnnie? “Yes. I want to know how that bitch kept that hidden from my husband.”
Bash’s eyes lit up, but he didn’t offer the number. “They’ve had a DNA test?”
“How? Johnnie would need access to her. Besides, there’s the birth certificate. The original one.” Because Jana had more than one, too.
“Princess, your emotions are clouding your brilliance. It’s easy to put a motherfucker’s name on a piece of paper. Don’t mean that cock made the kid.”
He was right. “You’re right,” she said, snatching the words from her head and forcing herself to speak them.
“If it turns out Jana does belong to Johnnie, are you leaving him then?”
“She was conceived before he knew I existed,” she said softly.
“What if I told you Jana’s nearby?”
“In Camas,” Kendall said.
“She better be,” Bash said darkly.
“Meaning?”
“What if I told you Diesel wants to marry her?”
“I…my nephew knows…what?”
“I have no idea where she’s at now. I know where sheshouldbe.”
“Does Christopher know about them?”
“I don’t know. Does it matter if he does? No, fuck, does it matterwhoknows?”
“Yes, if they’ve hidden it from me!”
“You go on about families, but isn’t that what motherfuckers do? Protect the ones they love? They’re probably waiting for a DNA test.”
Kendall’s mind raced. “Johnnie knows about her, doesn’t he?” she asked dully.
“I’m not sure, but he had access to the same documents long before you did.”
“I had access to more. And I don’t think he read through everything. You might’ve told him certain things, but not that.”
“You’re right, so—”
“So, it doesn’t matter!” she snarled. “I had a right to know, too.” It crushed her that they all kept it from her. Another thought occurred to her, and she gasped. “Does Meggie know?”
