[Ian]
As he looked at Bailey, Peter’s eyes held a glint that made me feel uneasy. He inched closer before abruptly stopping in his tracks. I noticed his eyes moving from side to side as he processed everything. It was like he was trying to figure out what he could do about it after an initial, instinctual response.
“How did you find out? Are you sure? You disappear after a hunt and suddenly you’re sure the woman I had an affair with is your mother and I’m your father. Do you have any proof?” Peter asked.
I worked to contain my angry growl, but clenched my fist. His questioning made my blood boil. Bailey was the type of woman anyone would be lucky to be connected to in any way, shape, or form. He had the audacity to insult my mate by demanding proof of their relationship!
She sighed an
