you?â
Dan looked at her warily. A little pulse was flicking at his temple and he was afraid he knew what was coming next. âIt was down to you,â he reminded her. âI told you I wasnât free . . .â
âIâm not asking you to marry me,â Maura said. âI have a son â you have a son, David; your eldest son. It was all right while I had a husband, but he ran out on me last year. I have to work long hours and it isnât fair on David . . .â
âAre you saying heâs mine?â Dan looked at her hard, praying that she was lying. âWhy should I believe you? Our Danny is my eldest son.â
âAliceâs eldest,â Maura said. âMy son has a prior claim on you.â
âWhy should I believe you? If you did have a child, why have I never heard about it before now?â
âI came here during the war to bring your handkerchief back. Your young brother told me you had gone away. I gave it to him instead.â
âConnor never told me.â Danâs gaze narrowed. âWhat do you want, Maura? If you are going to make trouble . . .â
âI want money â two thousand pounds should do it,â Maura said, giving him a hard look. âIf you pay up, that is the last you will hear of me. If not, I might have to tell your wife. Or even your son . . . do you think he would like to know he has an older brother?â
âDamn you! Breathe one word of this to either of them and Iâllââ
âBreak my neck.â She threw him a look of scorn. âDo you imagine you would get away with it? A dozen people have already noticed us, Dan. Just think of what you could lose.â
Dan scowled at her. âWhere the hell do you imagine I can get two thousand pounds from â and why the hell should I?â
âYouâre the son of a rich farmer. It should be easy for you. Besides, isnât your sister a lady or something?â
âEmily couldnât afford to lend me that sort of money, and I can barely keep my family these days. It is impossible!â
âWell, itâs your choice,â Maura told him. âEither you pay up or your wife will receive a letter in the post.â
âYouâre a cold bitch! I didnât want you. I just tried to help you out.â
âThatâs not quite as I remember it,â Maura said. âI should say you were pretty desperate at the time. Maybe Alice wouldnât sleep with you . . .â
âShut your filthy mouth or Iâll shut it for you!â
âThreats donât scare me,â Maura said. âIf you lay one finger on me, Iâll make certain the whole world knows what you are, Daniel Searles. Iâm not greedy. Iâll take fifteen hundred pounds but I want it soon.â
âI canât raise that sort of money.â
âA thousand pounds is my last offer. Either I get the money within a month or . . .â Maura smiled. âYou know what to expect.â
âWhere will I find you?â
âI shall be in touch,â she said. âEnjoy the fête, Dan. Iâll see you around.â
Daniel watched her walk away. She was a cheating, lying bitch, just like Margaret had been. He had paid his fatherâs second wife to stop her telling the police what Clay had done to her and it had cost him his dreams. He had almost finished paying his debts off so that he could clear his name of bankruptcy and now he was going to have to borrow money again.
Daniel frowned as he saw Alice and Mary walking towards him. He prayed that his wife hadnât seen him talking to Maura. She would certainly be curious if she had and he hated lying to her. He loved Alice and heâd always felt guilty about that night, but he had never entertained the possibility that he might have another child.
Damn Maura! She was lying â she had to be. Even as he denied it, he
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