Cord decided it was time to make something clear. “Carly, whichever one of us is your dad will be privileged to learn that. And the other two will be an important part of your life, too, as your honorary uncles.” A little formal, perhaps… “All of us will do our best to make your new life here as happy as we can.”

Carly nodded, not hiding her tears.

Brynne had obviously noticed the confidential nature of their discussion, not interrupting but keeping an eye on them. Still, four friends stopped by their table, obviously not as sensitive as Brynne to their need for privacy. Finally, Cord waved at her and she brought over their appetizers and fresh drinks. The conversation grew lighter and there was a sense of relief all around.

The only thing that still bothered Cord—and he guessed it was his traditional upbringing—was that Carly really did pay. In cash.

THE RAIN HAD STARTED, nothing too heavy, but to Cord it seemed fitting.

He and Shallie spoke little during the drive, but the atmosphere was relaxed, comfortable.

After the evening they’d just had, he was left with various impressions, various feelings rocketing through him. First, a residue of his earlier shock. He was tempted to check out Carly’s YouTube channel, but decided he should control his curiosity for now. He realized that he felt a bit afraid of learning what had been said about him, not by Carly, but by her fans and supporters, even though she’d assured him she’d never used his name. He also felt relief that the mystery of her paternity was going to be solved.

Another thing—considering the money she’d made, he should put her in touch with his accountant, Mitch and Tina’s son-in-law, for financial advice. Or suggest that she call Len.

In addition, they’d need to arrange for DNA testing. He’d look into what that involved.

He’d have to focus on his business, too, especially at this time of year, since most of his clients arrived between April and October. He had to connect with his PR team again, plan some events for his website, organize upcoming clients, work with the new horse.

Then there was the whole Julie situation. Not to mention Christine Fletcher…

And Shallie. Most of all Shallie.

She’d admitted that she wanted to see if there was anything serious between them. Despite his inevitable fear of another betrayal, another disappointment, his connection with her—connection in every sense—felt the closest he’d ever been to what he truly wanted. Without Reba’s lies and duplicity or Jenna’s exploitation.

It suddenly occurred to him that although he and Shallie had spent a lot of time together (like tonight, for instance), they’d never been on a date. Or was that too dated (ha!) a term, too old-fashioned a concept these days? Too juvenile? Too…unequal?