Only this time, he was scowling and appeared not to even recognize me.
Silas stepped closer. “Who’s asking?”
Before the semi-stranger could say another word, I noticed he held a little girl on his hip. Did he have a child?
I glanced around for a partner, woman or man, someone who might also lay claim to this little family pair in front of me. But then the little girl lifted her head from his shoulder and gazed at me.
“Holy fuck,” Silas breathed, taking the words from my spinning head and giving them a voice.
It was easy enough to dismiss her curly dark hair as a coincidence, but there was no denying those hazel eyes. I knew them well.
I’d spent over thirty years looking at them in the mirror.
For a split second, I had the crazy thought that I’d somehow gotten this man pregnant during our one-night stand. Then I remembered it wasn’t biologically possible for him to get pregnant.
But then I remembered the reason I’d been in Texas the night we’d met. The favor I’d done for my friend Katie.
And nearly fainted dead away.
“W-why are you here?” I asked, hoping against hope that I was wrong. That there was another explanation—any other explanation. But that hope died when he opened his perfect lips and spoke again.
“To bring you your daughter.”