Mark.'
He looked at her and frowned. 'It's not like I knew and kept it from you. Dani was as much a surprise to me as she was to you.'
Somehow Katherine doubted that. After all, Mark had known about his affair with Marsha Buchanan.
'You must have met her as soon as you moved back to Seattle,' Katherine said. 'Within a few weeks.'
He was smart enough to look wary. 'I did. I was angry about our breakup and I wasn't looking to get involved. It just happened.'
'You loved her.' She spoke calmly, not wanting him to know how important his answer was to her.
He shrugged. 'Does that matter now? It was a long time ago. Katherine, this isn't going to help.'
She pushed to the edge of the sofa, but didn't stand. 'Nothing is going to help. Everyone will know I'm the reason we couldn't have children. Everyone will talk about me and pity me. Everyone will know I'm the one who's broken. All my work will mean nothing.'
He slid across the sofa and pulled her close. 'Of course it means something. Do you think the people you help care if you can have children or not? For the record-you're not broken. You're the tough one.'
She pushed him away. Perhaps for the first time in her life, she didn't want him touching her.
She stood. 'You have what you've always wanted. A child of your own.'
He rose. 'That's not fair. I was fine adopting. I've never complained about the situation.'
Her anger grew. 'How big of you. Perhaps you should mention that during the campaign. 'My wife couldn't have children
'What? No. It's been thirty years. I barely remember what she looks like.'
Katherine desperately wanted to believe that. She wanted him to convince her that she was the only one who mattered.
'Were you still with her when I came back to you?' she asked.
'No. We'd broken things off.'
'Did you end it or did she?'
He looked away. 'Does it matter?'
Of course it mattered, but she already knew the truth. Marsha had ended the relationship.
'Why did you marry me?' she asked. 'Was it for the money?'
He looked at her then, his blue eyes dark with an emotion she couldn't read. 'Is that what you think of me?' he asked.
'Don't try to distract me, Mark. I want to know the truth.'
'You're not going to believe anything I tell you tonight. You want me to be the bad guy. I'm sorry Dani has disrupted our lives, but I'm not sorry she's alive. I can't be. Thirty years ago, you ended our relationship. I came back to Seattle and yes, I fell in love with another woman. It's been over for years. I never think about her. You're my wife, Katherine. I love you. We have a life together. A family. Doesn't that mean anything?'
It meant so much more than she could ever explain. At least to her. But what about to him?
She loved him so much. Too much. What would have happened if Marsha hadn't ended things? What if she, Katherine, had asked him to choose? Who would he have wanted to be with?
He was right, she wouldn't believe him, whatever he said. Mostly because she already knew the answer.
'I'm seeing more of you these days,' Katherine said as she poured coffee.
Alex took the mug she offered. 'Is that a good thing or a bad thing?'
She smiled. 'Hmm, let me think.'
He chuckled. Katherine had the ability to make each of her children feel as if he or she were the only one who mattered. Should he ever have kids of his own, he was hoping to give them the same gift.
It was early, barely after seven, but she looked as she always did. Perfect makeup, casual but expensive clothes. His mother defined class.
She settled back in her chair and picked up her coffee. 'I'll admit to being intrigued. It's not often that Mark is afraid to discuss something with me, and I can't remember the last time he sent you in his place.'
'I can. I was seventeen. He'd lost Bailey at the mall for over an hour and he was afraid to tell you himself.'
She smiled. 'You're right. So what has him quaking this time?'
'He wants you to invite Dani along to one of your charities and then have the press there.'
With someone else, he might have continued with the explanation, but this was Katherine Canfield. She'd been a politician's wife nearly as long as she'd been married. She would do the right thing because it
Nothing about her expression changed. She sipped, men nodded slowly. 'If I accept Mark's daughter, then America should, as well. After all, I'm as close to a wronged party as there can be, under the circumstances.'
She was calm and rational, which he appreciated. Yet how was that possible? 'Doesn't this piss you off?' he asked. 'Don't you hate the world getting into your life?'
'Of course, but there's nothing I can do about it. Let me check my calendar and see what events I have in the next few weeks. I want to pick a charity that can use the extra publicity. What is it your father is always calling the press?'
'The jackals.'
'Right. The jackals can do some good this time.'
'You always say and do the right thing.'
Her mouth tightened. 'I wish that were true. But I try. I suppose I get points for that.'
'This has to be hard for you.' Knowing about Dani privately was one thing, but having the world talk about her was something else.
She shrugged. 'I don't like being the subject of gossip, but sometimes it can't be helped. In time, people will find something else interesting to talk about. Until then, I'll do what I've always done. Take care of my family and try to make a difference in the world.'
'You made a difference with me.'
'You were easy.'
'I wasn't. They told you not to adopt me. They said I couldn't be socialized.'
'They were wrong.' She reached across the table and took his hand. 'You're the reason we have eight children, Alex. I had a dream and a plan, but I had no idea if I was capable of raising one child, let alone eight.'
It wasn't just the volume, he thought, it was who those children were. Children with needs, both medical and emotional. Children other people hadn't wanted.
'When you turned out as perfectly as you did,' she said, her voice teasing, 'I knew I could do it again.'
'I'll remind them at the holidays. They can all buy me extra presents.”
His mother laughed.
He studied her for a second. 'Are you sorry Dad's running for president?'
Her humor faded. 'No. It's what he's always wanted. I think he has a good shot, better than most. Are you worried the news stories will materially damage his chances?'
'I don't know. I'm not an expert.'
She released his hand and picked up her coffee again. 'Trust the American people. They'll understand. If Mark had had an affair while we were married, then that would be different. But this was before our engagement. Everyone can do the math.'
'Marsha Buchanan was married.'
'People will think badly of her, not your father. It's not fair, but there it is.'
This had to be killing her, he thought. Being at the center of a scandal. Worse was the speculation about why the Canfields really adopted all those children. He'd already heard what people were saying. Maybe Katherine wasn't such a saint. Maybe she simply couldn't have children of her own. She was making the best of a bad situation. After all, Mark obviously didn't have a problem.
The need to protect rose up inside of him. The promise had been made more than twenty years ago, but he still
