In the Argentine's Bed / Secret Baby, Public Affair. Yvonne Lindsay

admit it—

      Adrenaline flashed through his muscles and he struggled to keep himself under control.

      He was done being played. Perhaps meeting his birth father would bring some reality back into this charade.

      “I’ll meet Tarrant Hardcastle and make up my own mind about him.”

      “He’s not your father. He didn’t raise you.”

      “He bears half the responsibility for bringing me into this world, whether he wanted to or not.” He drew in a breath as anger heated his blood. “Now he thinks he can fold me to his bosom like a long-lost sheep?” He blew out a hard breath. “We’ll see. For now, I want to look into the face of the man who left my mother to die.”

      He glanced at Susannah, who’d watched their exchange, her kiss-reddened lips parted in stunned silence.

      He cursed the strong feelings Susannah herself had awakened in him. He couldn’t seem to get her out of his mind. Her solemn gaze haunted him, and her hungry passion.

      And he had to admit that, along with the chaos she’d unleashed, came the fresh air of truth.

      He drew in a deep breath and stared at her. “I’ll come to New York with you.”