don’t have my good looks and charm,” Ian told him. “But you could still go for it. Unless I get there first. We’re adopted. It’s not like she’s a biological sister. Think she’d want to go to prom with me?”
“She’s too old for you.”
“You know what they say about older women.”
Alex squeezed Ian’s shoulder. “Go torture someone else. I’ll see you in a couple of days.”
“So you’re going for it with her? Because if you’re not, I want to know.”
“Say good-night, Ian.”
“Good night, Ian.”
Chapter Four
DANI PULLED UP in front of Gloria’s house. Climbing out of her car, she stared at the elegant, three-story building that had been constructed nearly a hundred years ago.
When she’d been little, the house had terrified her. As a teenager, it had represented a way of life she couldn’t understand. In her early twenties, she’d seen the structure as something to be conquered. Later, it was like her grandmother—unapproachable and solitary. Now it was just Gloria’s house. Not good, not bad, just a place where someone lived. Someone who wasn’t the person she’d first imagined.
She’d both loved and hated Gloria for so long, it was hard to let go of either feeling. She’d resented the other woman’s harshness in declaring that Dani wasn’t a real Buchanan. But in the past few weeks, Gloria had apologized several times for what she’d done. She’d claimed to have changed and from Dani’s perspective, she actually had.
Oddly, Dani found herself missing Gloria as her grandmother. Not the meanness or the impossible standards, but the connection. Gloria had been a part of her world since her birth and now they weren’t related at all. Perhaps the smartest decision would be to walk away but Dani couldn’t bring herself to let go.
She climbed the steps to the front door and rang the bell. Reid, the middle of her three brothers, opened it and grinned at her.
“We’re not interested, but thanks for coming by.”
She pushed past him before he could close the door. “Very funny.”
“Hey, kid.” Reid wrapped an arm around her. “How are you doing?”
“Good. Dealing with a lot of stuff.”
Reid led her into the living room, where Cal, her oldest brother, and Walker, her youngest, waited. Both men greeted her. Cal handed her a latte from The Daily Grind, which he owned, then hugged her.
“Gloria will be out in a minute,” Walker said as he pulled Dani close. “How are you holding up?”
She looked at her three brothers, the men who had been there for her any time she’d needed them and a lot of times when she hadn’t. “I’m okay. I feel weird—sort of disconnected from my life.”
They settled on the sofas in the huge living room. Dani ignored the city view in favor of her brothers.
“I met Mark Canfield yesterday,” she said.
“And?” Walker asked.
“And, I don’t know. He was very open to the possibility of me being his daughter. He admitted to the affair with Mom and said he never knew why she broke things off. He was nice and friendly…”
“But?” Cal prompted.
“I don’t know. I didn’t feel any connection. I guess I had this fantasy that we’d run into each other’s arms and instantly bond. I’m still trying to deal.” She sipped her coffee. “Adding to the excitement is Alex Canfield, his oldest son. Alex sees himself as the protector of all things Canfield and me as a threat to his family in general and his father’s presidential campaign in particular.”
“Want Walker to take care of him?” Reid asked cheerfully. “He will. I’m guessing there won’t even be a stain where Alex once stood. It will be like he never existed at all.”
“I’m not sure we need to go that far,” Dani said, remembering how Alex had annoyed her, but also how she’d kind of liked him. She respected his loyalty to his family, even if it drove her crazy.
“I went over to the house last night,” she continued. “I met the whole clan. There are eight kids—okay, one of them was at college, and Katherine, Mark’s wife. She’s incredible. Beautiful and patient and all the kids have issues, but that doesn’t matter. She’s like a saint. I think I want to be her when I grow up.”
“That all sounds good,” Cal said. “So what’s the problem?”
“I don’t know. I keep feeling like I’m living someone else’s life. That none of this is about me. I wanted to know who my father was, but I never expected this. Why can’t he just be a plumber or sales executive? Why did he have to be a senator?”
Reid glared at her. “You’re not going to choose them over us. Just so you’re clear. You’re one of us and we’re not letting you go.”
She smiled. “I know. You’ll always be my big brothers, which is both good and bad.”
“You’re damn lucky to have us,” Cal reminded her.
“Of course I am, and you reminding me over and over really helps.” She looked at Walker. “I just want to know where I belong.”
“Why not here?” he asked.
“Because there’s more. I don’t have your history. Not anymore.”
She could see he wanted to disagree. They all did. While she appreciated how much they loved her, she wasn’t sure they could understand what it had been like to find out she wasn’t really a Buchanan. That her father was someone she’d never known.
“Just don’t get any big ideas about turning your back on us,” Reid muttered.
“I won’t,” she promised. “So that’s my life. New father, new siblings and I’m loving my job at Bella Roma. What about with you three?”
Walker cleared his throat. “I’m hiring on permanently. Taking over the company.” He looked at Dani. “I know it’s what you wanted, but you said you’d changed your mind.”
It was so like him to worry about her, she thought happily, feeling the love and support from all three of them. “I never wanted the company,” she corrected. “I wanted to run one of the restaurants. Now I have something close to that. Sure it’s not Buchanan’s or The Waterfront, but it’s still good. I’m glad you’re part of the business, and a little surprised that Gloria would be so willing to leave you in charge.”
“She’s getting older,” Walker said. “She knows she can’t handle it all now.”
“I’m not that old.”
The strong voice came from the woman standing in the doorway. Dani looked at Gloria Buchanan, well dressed as always, as straight-backed as ever, barely leaning on the cane she now used to get around.
“I can handle it if I want to,” Gloria continued. “I simply choose not to.”
Dani’s brothers rose as Gloria walked into the living room. Reid ushered his grandmother to a chair and everyone sat.
Dani eyed the woman who had been such a large part of her childhood. Doing well to impress Gloria had once meant everything to her. The praise had been hard-won and more meaningful because of it…until Dani had entered her teens and there hadn’t been any more praise.
The old woman had been difficult and cruel, yet Dani still found herself missing Gloria. Which probably meant she, Dani, needed some serious time in therapy.
“Thank you all for coming,” Gloria said, smiling at them, then leaning forward and touching Dani’s