Laws of Attraction
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Zane fought to control his too-rapid breaths. “What do you expect from me? Money? Is that it?”
“No!” she gasped. “Of course not! You needed to know about him. And Casey needs his father.”
Shaking uncontrollably in the icy grip of pain and terror, he rocketed to his feet. “I don’t want him.”
“How can you say that? You haven’t even met him yet.” She rose and grasped his forearm. “He’s a terrific little boy.”
He wrenched free. “The kid is better off without me.” Blinded by agony, he stalked across the room. “See to it he has everything he needs. Send me the bills.” Zane yanked open the front door.
And came face to face with his son.
In ten shell-shocked seconds Zane absorbed every detail.
Jillian was right. The child had his build, his hair, his eyes, and the same sober expression he saw in the mirror every morning.
The kid looked like him, all right. But Zane didn’t see himself in the child staring up at him. He saw his brother.
Oh, God, Trevor.
Zane’s heart splintered, and he staggered back from the door.
“Hi, mister,” The little boy chirped. “Who are you?”
The innocent, childish question sliced through Zane like a chainsaw.
I’m your father.
Unable to speak, he brushed past the boy and the buxom redheaded woman accompanying him and tore outside. He made it to the sheltered grove across the street before his legs buckled.
He dropped to his knees in the bushes, shaking and sweating … and puked his guts out.
For his son’s sake, he had to get as far away as possible.
And never come back.
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When her dreams of becoming a ballerina were quashed by early-onset klutziness, Diana Duncan took up the safer vocation of writing. Her first thrilling masterpiece—written in orange crayon—was titled “Perky the Kitten,” and became an instant bestseller with her grandparents.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
About the Author