The Mother And The Millionaire. Alison Fraser

Harry had been conceived, so she’d never seen her little grandson.

      It was sad, really. Though her own mother wouldn’t even let Harry call her grandmother, she imagined Mary Doyle would have been different.

      Would she have told her? Esme suspected there would have been no need. She would have seen. The smile was Jack’s, as was the temperament. Maybe it was elemental, a recognition of genes shared.

      Thank God it hadn’t been put to the test that afternoon. But what if Jack actually bought Highfield? Wouldn’t a meeting of man and boy be inevitable?

      She shook her head. Yes, it would, but it wasn’t going to happen. It couldn’t.

      Esme had no logical reason for this certainty, just blind faith and the fact she couldn’t allow herself to believe otherwise.