Finding Family...and Forever?. Teresa Southwick

parents.”

      “So your secret is that you were adopted?”

      “Not exactly.”

      He looked at the computer monitor where the newspaper headline from the past screamed out. The incident was years old, but not to her. It was fresh and painful, complicated and confusing.

      His eyes moved over the words of the article and the expression in them said he’d skimmed the contents and was making guesses. “What exactly?”

      Emma’s legs were trembling and she desperately wanted to rest a hip against the desk but wouldn’t show weakness. This was the mess she’d made by not being completely up front with him in the beginning. It was honesty time and she’d do that standing up straight.

      “I was kidnapped as a baby and raised by the woman who took me.”

      Shock and anger hardened his face. “And you never knew she wasn’t your mother?”

      “Not until recently. When she was diagnosed with cancer, the disease progressed very quickly. Just before she died, she confessed the truth and told me where I came from, where to find my biological family. They live here in Blackwater Lake.”

      He rested a hand on the back of one of the chairs in front of the desk. “How did she explain turning up with a baby? Not being pregnant? Weren’t there questions?”

      “I don’t know. I was a baby.” She shrugged. “My dad—the man I thought was my dad—died when I was a kid. She, my mother—” Emma shook her head. “She’s not my mother, but it’s hard for me to think of her any other way. What she did was wrong—”

      “Yeah.”

      “But I never knew her as anything other than loving and kind. She was Mom to me.” Emma looked away for a moment and shook her head. “I was too little to remember anything else. She was a single mom when they met and if my dad knew what she’d done and was complicit in the whole thing, he never did or said anything that made me question my family. I don’t know how she explained everything. And at the end she was very weak.” She shrugged helplessly. “I didn’t know any different. They were my parents. She was my mother and there was never any reason to question it.”

      Justin dragged his fingers through his hair then met her gaze. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

      She’d love one, but she never had alcohol when there was a child in her care. It might be his way of subtly preparing her to be let go. “Unless this is your way of firing me, I’m on the job and I don’t drink when I am.”

      “Emma...” He moved closer and looked down as if he wanted to touch her. It was a disappointment when he didn’t.

      The yearning to burrow against him for comfort was a different kind of problem and she couldn’t deal with it right now. She studied his expression, tried to guess what he was thinking. “Justin, for all you know, I could be making this up.”

      “But you’re not.”

      “How do you know? I deceived you once.”

      “Withholding information isn’t deception. The personal facts were yours to do with as you saw fit. And the thing is, I’m mostly a good judge of people. I was only really wrong once.” There was a grim look in his eyes. “I don’t think you’re a good enough actress to not be telling the truth about this.”

      She was relieved that he believed her, but it still didn’t mean he wanted to keep her as his son’s nanny. “Don’t be nice to me. I need to know where I stand.”

      He ignored that. “Kyle is asleep. One glass of wine won’t be a problem if he needs anything. And I’m here.”

      Yes, he was. She was always aware of him when he was in the house. She shook her head. “I really shouldn’t.”

      “You’re shaking. It will help.”

      Emma looked at her trembling hands and realized he was right. She stuck them in her jeans pockets. “That sounds good. Are you sure you don’t mind?”

      “Consider it doctor’s orders.”

      He held out his hand and she put hers in it, then let him lead her from the office into the kitchen. She missed the warmth and strength of his touch when he sat her at the table and moved away. But after taking advantage of his trust, this was more consideration than she deserved. While he was busy assembling glasses and opening a bottle, she stared out the window. The patio and rear yard were illuminated by perimeter lights, but darkness and shadows hid the incredible view of the lake and the mountains beyond it.

      Emma felt as if she was finally moving out of the shadows that had swirled around her for months. Whatever Justin decided about her employment she would have to live with because the decision to keep this to herself had been hers alone. But for right now it was an enormous relief to talk about everything.

      He set a glass of white wine in front of her, then sat down at a right angle. “I hope you like chardonnay.”

      “Right now you could give me balsamic vinegar and I’m not sure I could taste the difference.”

      “It must have been a shock to find out what happened to you.”

      “Shock is such a bland word to describe how I felt. It was so surreal, something that happens to other people, not to me.”

      “The fact is, we’re all ‘other’ people. The news is full of ordinary human beings who have gone through extraordinary things. It’s how one copes and moves on that matters. What did your friends say?” he asked.

      “I haven’t told them.”

      He was just taking a drink of wine and slowly lowered the glass. “No one knows?”

      “My fiancé. And now you.”

      Again his surprise showed. “Really?”

      “Yes. It didn’t work out. No need for you to worry that I’ll go back to him and leave you without someone to care for Kyle.” She saw more questions in his eyes, but didn’t feel like getting into it. “If it’s all right with you, I’d rather not talk about him.”

      “Okay.” He nodded. “But you didn’t tell your other friends about this? Why?”

      Emma knew what he was really asking was why she hadn’t said anything to people she knew better than him. After sipping her wine, she said, “Mom died shortly after telling me, so there was a funeral to plan and it wasn’t something I wanted to bring up then. A decent length of time passed and I didn’t know how to start that conversation. It seemed wrong to say, You know my mother who died? She actually wasn’t my mother. She stole me from another family.”

      “Why did she tell you?”

      “I guess because confession is good for the soul. She wanted to clear her conscience before she died.”

      “Why didn’t you come to see your biological family sooner?”

      “A lot of reasons.” Emma drank more wine as she gathered her thoughts, trying to figure out how to make him understand. “I was grieving the woman who’d loved and raised me. A woman I’d loved because she was good to me. Not only that, I had a job. I’d signed a contract and there was a child to take care of. And I was engaged to be married. As the days went by, I figured I’d come to terms with everything and let it go.”

      “What changed?”

      “I found out my fiancé was cheating on me. He was one more trusted person in my life who was lying. I guess it hit a nerve.”

      “No kidding.”

      “And I’ve sworn off men.” She almost smiled. “It was more than just being hurt. I’d recently learned my whole life was a lie and to find out he was a two-faced scumbag made me question who I am. I needed to find some truth.”

      “So you came to Blackwater Lake.”