“Nope. She never saw him again after that night.”
Harper’s brow furrowed. “Interesting.”
“Why?”
“Why she’d put his name on your birth certificate. Give you his last name.”
Amber shrugged. “Doesn’t seem so weird to me.”
“Maybe not. You’re twenty-two right?”
“That’s right.”
“Twenty-two years ago Thunder Morgan was already pretty
well-known. If you are truly his daughter, why wouldn’t your mother have tried to contact him to get child support?”
“Don’t ask me. I have no idea how Karen’s mind works. She was probably too inebriated to think of it.”
“Hmm. Doesn’t seem to make sense.”
“It’s too late now. I’m way too old to get child support. He wasn’t there when it counted.”
Amber tried to turn around and grab the salad bowl, but Harper stopped her. “If you’d known your father was famous, would you have tried to contact him?”
“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “Why the third degree, Harper? Maybe he’s not even my father. I really don’t care. I’ve made it on my own for the last six years. I don’t plan to start taking help from anyone now.”
“I’m not saying you need his help. But wouldn’t you like to know him?”
“What good would it do now? He didn’t want me before.”
“Baby, that’s not fair.” His strong hands gripped her shoulders. “He didn’t know about you before.”
She sighed. “Look. You now know more about me than pretty much anyone in the world. Could we just eat our steaks?”
“Crap, the steaks!”
He ran outside. A few minutes later he returned. “Well, they won’t be blue, but they’ll be medium rare. That okay with you?”
She laughed. “That’s just fine. I’ll put the salad on the table. And when we sit down to eat, could we please talk about something besides my genetic makeup?”
“Absolutely.” He brushed his lips over hers.
Chapter Seven
Harper had a perpetual hard on thanks to Amber Cross. And he had a sneaking suspicion that she was his type after all. He’d have loved to screw her brains out the previous evening. In fact, he’d brought it up because he’d assumed she’d hop in the sack with him. She’d worked as a stripper, right? Course that didn’t mean she was easy, and he berated himself for being so prejudiced. Even so, she’d almost gone through with it. When she changed her mind he thought he’d explode. But now, having had the night to ponder it, he was glad they hadn’t done the deed.
Amber Cross was special. Maybe even the one. He’d never in a million years imagined it would be her. But clearly they had chemistry, both physical and emotional.
She wasn’t a quick fuck.
The girl’d had one hard life. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why her mother wouldn’t have gone after Thunder Morgan for child support. Unless Thunder Morgan wasn’t Amber’s father after all. But then why would Karen have named him on her birth certificate?
Amber was holding something back. Harper wasn’t sure what it was, but he was sure of one thing.
He was going to find out.
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