of his daughter, and it was unlikely he would gain either her trust or sympathy by making a move on her within two hours of meeting her. But he couldnât deny he was tempted.
Of course, heâd been overseas for the past year and a half and hadnât been with a woman for even longer than that. In fact, he hadnât been with anyone since the last weekend heâdspent with Oliviaâ¦likely the weekend their daughter had been conceived.
Thinking of Emma reminded him why he was there, and he dropped his hand from Paigeâs arm. But the air continued to crackle, the tension continued to build.
âI donât want us to be adversaries,â he said at last.
âI donât see how we can be anything else, not if itâs your intention to disrupt Emmaâs life.â
âI want to get to know my daughter. How is that disruptive?â
âThe disruption will come when you disappear from her life as abruptly as you appeared in it.â
She spoke with such conviction he guessed it was likely that sheâd grown up with a father who was a transitory presence, too. He knew he had no hope of defending himself against her personal demons, so he only said, âMaybe we should continue this conversation tomorrow.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I just got home last night, I read Oliviaâs letter this morning, then drove from Trenton to Syracuse to Pinehurst, all the while trying to get my head around the fact that I have a fourteen-month-old child I didnât know anything about before today.â
âI thought youâd be going back to New Jersey tomorrow, if not sooner.â
âYou mean you wished I was.â
She didnât deny it.
âIâm not going anywhere until we figure this out,â he assured her.
âUnless duty calls,â she guessed.
âI have almost two months.â
But the skepticism in her eyes warned that she knew it was a promise he couldnât make and confirmed that Paigeâs apparent disapproval of his career was about more than thepossibility of his deployment interfering with his ability to get to know Emma.
âThen I guess Iâll see you tomorrow,â she said.
âWhat time is good?â
âNot oh-five-hundred,â she warned.
He smiled. âHow about oh-nine-hundred?â
âA much more civilized hour.â
Zach wished her a good-night and made his way to the door.
His first meeting with Paige Wilder hadnât gone as well as heâd hoped. But nothing had gone quite as heâd expected since his plane had touched down at McGuire Air Force Base twenty-eight hours earlier. From the shocking news revealed by Oliviaâs letter to his unexpected and undeniable reaction to Paige Wilder, his life was suddenly FUBAR.
Yet, as he made his way to his SUV, he realized he was whistling and already looking forward to tomorrow.
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Zach had spotted a couple of hotels on Main Street when heâd driven through town earlier, so he started to retrace his route, figuring he would check into the first one that he came across. He found âHadfield HouseâA Bed-and-Breakfastâ first. The sign outside promised private baths and hot breakfasts, but Zach only cared that there was an empty bed because he was too exhausted to go much farther.
Thankfully he always traveled with a duffel bag packed with a change of clothes and some basic toiletriesâhe certainly hadnât planned on staying overnight. He hadnât planned on being gone more than a few hoursâjust long enough to make the trip into Syracuse, talk to Olivia, demand an explanation for the letter and her silence, and try to figure out what the hell they were supposed to do now.
The news that Olivia was dead had been as much a shock as her revelation about the baby. And although he grieved the death of the vibrant young woman, he was also frustratedby the realization that he wouldnât ever have the opportunity