Page 82 of Reckless
“Okay, what?” I was having a hard time controlling my breathing, and there were tears rising to the surface. I’d be damned if I would cry about a man I’d never laid eyes on.
“Okay, I’ll get rid of it.” She blinked rapidly and stared down at the envelope with my name on it written in Mom’s handwriting.
The notion that the secret-keeping envelope would be gone forever made me want to rip it out of her hands. “Jesus Christ. Well, I have to look now, don’t I? You’ve made it impossible for me not to.”
Her head snapped up, hope filling her eyes. “What?”
I huffed. “It doesn’t matter. It might be good for me to look anyway.”
“Now?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” I took her hand and led her to the car. One of the perks about being a famous rock star was that you could afford to make your driver wait all night if you wanted. The downside was that if I reached out to this mysterious father, he would immediately take advantage of the perks. I could almost guarantee it.
I sure as hell didn’t expect our date to end this way. But I guessed, at least I wouldknowat last. I didn’t have to do anything about it, could simply hold on to the knowledge, keep it tight to my chest.
I wouldn’t have to wonder anymore.
