Katherine returned her attention to Dani. 'How was your lunch with Mark?'
'Interesting. Political. They're worried word will get out about me. I'm not going to tell anyone, of course.'
Katherine patted her arm. 'Leaks are a way of life. You'll get used to it. Let them worry about strategy. Did Mark mention I've told the children?'
She had? 'He said you were going to.'
'They're very excited to have another sister. Whatever you do, don't give out your cell number or they'll start hitting you up for rides.' Katherine laughed. 'I want to have you over for dinner again very soon. We can all get to know each other. You're one of us now, Dani. That's both a good and a bad thing, so brace yourself. Now that we've found you, we're not going to let you get away.'
'I'm okay with that,' she said, overwhelmed by all that was happening.
'I need to run. I'll be calling you soon.'
'And then she left,' Dani said as she sat on a chair in Penny's office at The Waterfront. It was still several hours before the restaurant opened for dinner and the building was quiet.
Her sister-in-law frowned. 'Katherine sounds great. What's the problem?'
'It's not her. You're right. She's wonderful. It's just there's so much going on. A month ago I barely knew Mark Canfield existed. Now I'm his daughter and part of a huge family. It's weird. Everything's happening too fast. I don't know what to think.'
Penny smiled. 'But this is what you wanted. To find out where you belong. Although I have to tell you, you're still a Buchanan. Don't think we're letting you get away, either.'
'Everybody wants a piece of me,' Dani joked. 'I'm going to have an entourage.'
'There are worse problems.'
'I know.' She grabbed the mug of coffee on the desk and took a sip. 'Fiona was stunning. She's one of those really beautiful women. The kind that makes every other woman in the room feel like a two-dimensional, badly done drawing.'
'So you hate her,' Penny said cheerfully.
'Only in theory. She may be nice.' Although she hadn't looked nice. She'd looked… predatory. 'I can't believe Alex used to be married to her. He never said anything about it. I went online and looked-they're divorced. It's final and everything. That is one advantage to a family like the Canfields. A lot of stuff gets reported in the press.'
She glanced up and saw Penny staring at her. 'What?' Dani asked.
'You checked to see if his divorce was final? Why would you do that?'
Dani stared into her coffee. 'I was, ah, just curious.'
'Oh my God! You're attracted to him? Seriously?'
'No. Of course not. He's just a guy.'
'You're lying! I can tell because you're blushing.'
Dani touched her cheek and felt the heat. Damn. 'Look, it's not what you think. Alex is… interesting.'
'You're related.'
'Not by blood. Don't be gross. He was adopted. I think he's nice and okay, maybe good-looking and there's some mild interest on my part, but it doesn't mean anything.'
Penny didn't look convinced. 'It complicates things.'
“There's nothing to complicate. I'm not getting involved with him.' She
'No relationships.' she told both Penny and herself firmly. 'Do I need to remind you about my past?'
'No,' Penny told her. 'But maybe your luck has changed.'
'Not likely.'
Alex checked his watch, then excused himself from the meeting. He'd promised to take Bailey to dinner and he didn't want to be late. The various interactions of what might or might not happen if the press ever discovered Mark Canfield had a grown daughter could be handled by professionals who made their living working those kind of problems. Give him a good corporate lawsuit any day. Compared to politics, that was easy.
Dani wasn't prepared for the circus that was a national campaign, he thought as he walked toward the front of the building. Someone should talk to her about what to expect. Maybe later he could-
He pushed through the swinging door that led to the reception area. Fourteen-year-old Bailey was there, but so was a man Alex had never seen before. It only took him a second to figure out something was wrong.
Bailey sat on the floor, a yellow Lab puppy sprawled across her lap. The guy crouched next to her.
'Tell me more about your new sister,' he said, a tape recorder in his hand.
Bailey smiled. 'She's pretty and really nice. Ian likes her and he doesn't like anybody.'
'She's your daddy's little girl.'
Bailey wrinkled her nose. 'She's not little. She's big.'
Anger exploded into rage, but Alex was careful not to let it show. He stepped between Bailey and the reporter, then offered his sister a hand up.
'Bailey, would you please wait for me in my office?'
Bailey's eyes widened. 'Is it okay I played with the puppy?' she asked.
He forced himself to smile. 'Of course. Give me a second, then we'll go.'
'Okay.'
She kissed the puppy's head, then eased it off her lap and stood. When she'd waved goodbye and passed through the swinging door, Alex turned on the reporter.
'What the hell do you think you're doing?'
The man was in his late twenties, short and skinny. He stood and scooped up the dog in one arm. 'Whatever gets the job done, man.' He grinned. 'I hear you have a new sister. Congrats.'
Alex grabbed his arm. 'Who the hell do you think you are, using a puppy to get secrets out of my sister?'
The reporter's grin broadened. 'Kids love dogs. Specially kids like her. The stupid ones.'
Alex's vision narrowed until there was only his anger and the other man. The insult to his sister fueled the need to lash out and before he could consider whether or not he should, he shot out his hand and punched the reporter in ttfe face.
The guy yelped, as did the puppy. Blood poured from his nose. The tape recorder fell to the floor and cracked open.
Alex stepped on it, crushing the electronic guts of the small machine, but it was too late. The damage had been done… in more ways than one.
The newspapers were delivered shortly after four in the morning. Alex was waiting for his. He walked into his kitchen and laid the front page on the dark granite counter. The message couldn't be more clear.
There was a picture of the senator, a blurry shot of Dani and a headline that read:
Senator Canfield's Love Child.
CHAPTER SIX
Dani was running late, which meant she wouldn't be able to stop for coffee. Penny would probably have a pot going, but she was more into food than liquids, which meant the chances of getting a double shot latte with extra foam were about zero.
'Drive-through,' Dani murmured as she opened the front door and stepped onto the tiny porch of her rental. 'Drive-through and-'
Her morning exploded into a blinding series of camera flashes and yelled questions.
