“No, we just have some very formidable research skills,” Lindsey said. “Either way, it shouldn’t be that hard to prove that she was pregnant in real life.”

Lindsey was bluffing. She didn’t think there was any way she could hunt down the former soap star and find out if she’d given birth almost eighteen years ago, but if she convinced Kitty that she could, well, it might be all the leverage she needed.

“So what?” Kitty asked. “Why do you even care? Were you that taken with Robbie that you now have to console yourself by scouring his past? I mean, what relevance does it have?”

Lindsey glanced down at the desktop. How much did she want to tell Kitty? That Robbie’s child was alive and well and quite possibly here in Briar Creek? How would Kitty react to that information? Then again, did she already know?

“I think his child is here,” Lindsey said. “In fact, I’m sure of it.”

“What?” Kitty asked. But her voice didn’t sound as shocked as it should have.

“But you already knew that, didn’t you?” she asked.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kitty insisted.

“Dylan,” Lindsey said.

Her eyes never left Kitty’s face, but Kitty broke eye contact and glanced at anything but Lindsey.

“Dylan Peet is his son, isn’t he?” Lindsey persisted. “Did Robbie know?”

“You’re crazy!” Kitty said as she shot up from her chair. “There is no child. The actress being pregnant on her soap opera was just a story line. In fact, probably that’s why people thought Robbie fathered her child, because they were dating and she was portraying a pregnancy on the show. Yeah, that’s it.”

“And you called me crazy?” Lindsey asked. “That’s mental.”

“You need to leave this alone!” Kitty said.

“Why?” Lindsey asked. “Are you afraid that your cut of Robbie’s estate will be taken away from you if it’s discovered that he has a child?”

Kitty glared at her.

“Oh, my god, that’s it, isn’t it,” Lindsey said. “You’re afraid you’re going to lose your inheritance if it becomes known that Robbie has a child.”

“Wrong.” Kitty slammed her water bottle down on the desk. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I know exactly what his will states, and his estate is not going to me. The bulk of his fortune was left to someone else.”

Lindsey opened her mouth to ask who, but Kitty held up her hand, stopping her.

“I will not tell you,” Kitty said. “You’ll just have to wait to find out with everyone else when the estate is settled, but rest assured I am not the beneficiary.”

“Is it his child?” Lindsey asked. Kitty’s gaze slid away from hers, and Lindsey knew her guess was correct. “You have to tell.”

“No, I don’t,” Kitty said.