I watched Luke as he was surrounded by his teammates and then a small crowd of reporters. He did not look like he wanted to be there at all. After the photos he wandered off to the side, deep in thought. Maybe he was trying to figure out how he was going to explain why that guy insisted that he knew him. I usually didn’t like to eavesdrop, but I hadn’t had much of a choice. Between the guy trying to insist he knew Luke and Luke trying to backpedal, it seemed too good to be true. I thought I was about to find out whatever Luke was hiding, but somehow he had escaped it once again and now my curiosity was about to boil over. Who was this guy? Luke or Mark… or Marcus.

I turned to go find Lucia—I left Luke to his musing for a moment—but froze in place when I saw a mop of scruffy brown hair. James wasn’t far from me, his eyes searching the crowd. I still hadn’t recuperated from our first awkward meeting. But it was like someone up above (or down below) wasn’t done torturing me just yet.

Was he looking for Luke or for me? No, wait, he couldn’t possibly know that I was here.

He was so cute in his ball cap that was marked with his Little League team’s logo, looking like any other happy kid who was hanging around, but this one was mine. He was my kid.

An arm slipped around my waist and I nearly yelped out, spinning around to face my groper. “Whoa,” Luke said with a grin, pulling me close to him. “I wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction.”

“You scared the crap out of me, you shit” I accused, swallowing my fear. “So now that you’ve had your fifteen minutes of fame are you going to tell me who that guy was?”

His grin faded. “That’s not important.”

“He acted like he knew you,” I pressed on, seeing the indecision in his eyes. I’d promised to give him time, but I still felt the need to know before I could make my final judgment on whether Luke was the good guy he was trying so hard to put across.

“He just had me confused with someone else,” he said darkly, his expression telling me that he didn’t want to talk about it.

“You’re full of shit… I can tell when you’re lying you know.”

“Miss Young?”

That little voice ripped open my heart and I turned around, putting a smile on my face so the tears wouldn’t fall.

“James. Hi.” Don’t blow it again, Cara. But I had no idea what to say to him, it wasn’t like there was a manual for this sort of thing.

“Um I guess I should call you mom?” he said, his shoe kicking at the dirt. I squatted down to his level.

“You can call me whatever you want, James. Maybe we should start with Cara first?”

He looked up and I felt like I was staring into the eyes of my past. He was going to be a heartbreaker when he grew up, there was no doubt about that. I wanted to pull him close, ruffle his hair and tell him how sorry I was for everything.

“James? James!”

He looked away and I stood up as a couple came rushing up to his side, the relief on the woman’s face palpable as she realized he was okay. They were a handsome couple, the man tall with a wide, friendly smile and the woman the perfect image of a mom. She was tall, willowy with long hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. And even her khaki shorts and polo shirt screamed suburban mom, but her face was still plagued with worry for her child. My child.

“I’m right here, mom,” James said with a small smile.

“Whatever are you doing?” she said, reaching him and touching his shoulder, her eyes sliding over to mine. “Why did you walk away? We thought we’d lost you.”

“I saw my mom, I mean my other mom, Miss Young,” he stated, giving me a sidelong glance.

I forced a smile as the urge to flee became ever present. If I thought meeting James for the first had been a disaster, then I was sorely mistaken… this had the potential to be much worse. Luke’s hand landed on my lower back for support.

“Hi, I’m—”

Her eyes widened and cut me off. “James, what are you talking about?”

“I saw the papers mom,” he said, biting his lower lip. “In dad’s study. I know I’m adopted.”

Her hand flew to her mouth and I realized that my son had pulled one over on his parents. They didn’t tell him… he’d found out all on his own.

“Oh no,” she said, her eyes darting around as they filled with tears.

Her husband wrapped an arm around her shoulder, his eyes narrowed to slits as he stared at me. “Why did you approach my son? Did you set this up?”

I winced at his hard voice. They were angry. “I didn’t. I swear it. He sent me a letter, I thought you knew.”

“James!” his mom stated, clearly uncomfortable and surprised that he would do something like that. “You should have told me you found those papers. We could have talked about it.”

“I can read, mom,” he said, rolling his eyes. At that moment, he sounded like me and I couldn’t help but feel a little proud. He wasn’t fazed in the slightest. “I didn’t think there was anything wrong with what I did. I had a right to know.”

She bit her lip then and I saw the indecision on her face. She was well on the brink of losing her cool. At least she wasn’t going to yell at the kid. Instead she took his hand, claiming him, and gave me a look that clearly told me to go to hell. “Don’t contact him. Don’t talk to him. He’s not yours. He’s ours.”

I felt the words slice me deeply as she forced James to walk away, as if she’d slapped me. My whole stomach rolled with pure dread that I’d never see him again.

“Hey, come on, there’s no need for that,” Luke interrupted, stepping forward.

“Mom, stop!” James cried as she held his hand tightly as they disappeared into the crowd. I stood helpless, stunned into silence.

Luke turned toward me, concern on his face. “That was totally uncalled for. She didn’t have to be so hostile.”

I swallowed hard and shook my head. “She was protecting him. I would’ve done the same thing.”

His eyes widened. “You’re agreeing with her? I thought you would be… I dunno.”

I narrowed my gaze. “I would be what?”

He had the grace to look embarrassed. “I don’t know Cara, upset. Sad. All of the above.”

I placed my hands on my hips. While I was a taken aback by the mom’s abrupt behavior, I could relate. I really would have been the same way. It showed me that she was definitely right for my James. The problem was her response had just fuelled my reason to get to know the kid even more. “Of course I’m upset, but that doesn’t mean I don’t understand where she’s coming from. I’ll be okay, I swear.”

He looked at me for a long moment. “Are you sure? You don’t look okay.”

“Just drop it, Luke will you?”

He held up his hands and nodded, then grabbed my hand. “All right then. Let’s head to the party.”

The party was held at Jacob and Lucia’s waterfront mansion. Okay, maybe not mansion, but it was a damn nice home and I knew that both of them were extremely proud of it. I pulled up behind Luke’s truck on the street, checking my makeup in the review mirror before climbing out.

Cars lined the street and the circular drive as I waited for Luke to climb out, tapping my foot nervously. While I told Luke I wasn’t upset about my encounter with James and his parents, inside I was dying a little. I couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t told his parents he was attempting to make contact with me. Was it because they wouldn’t allow him to reach out to me? They obviously hadn’t told him that he was adopted. Did they think I was some stupid teen who had slipped up or some drugged-out person who couldn’t handle my own shit? Well obviously I wasn’t either. I had made a conscious decision to give him a better life, the decision I thought had been right at the time.

Luke finally made his way over to me. He was dressed in a pair of well-fitted jeans and a dark-blue dress shirt. For a small moment I was grateful to have him in my life. Regardless of whatever he was keeping from me. It was good to share all this stuff I was going through with another person. If it hadn’t been for him and his persistence, I probably would have gone absolutely insane the last few days. His arrival into my life had to have been fate.

“Hey,” he said, his eyes searching mine. “Are you sure you’re up to this? We can go somewhere else.”

I saw genuine concern on his face and felt my heart constrict. He looked as if he truly cared. “Um no, I’m fine, really. You deserve this after your win.”

“Okay,” he said, reaching for my hand. I allowed him to take it, wrapping my fingers around his tightly and reveling in his warmth. It was nice to have someone by my side, someone who wanted to be with me. It had been so long since that had happened.

Together we walked up to the house. The sounds of laughter and music were floating throughout the house and I led Luke to the back, where I was sure everything was set up. Jacob had a kick-ass backyard, the Intracoastal Waterway a perfect backdrop. His pool was occupied by some of the players and their significant others, while Jacob manned the massive outdoor grill, practically a fully functioning kitchen.

I spied Lucia standing near a fan, her cheeks flushed by the heat. I led Luke over to her, feeling the breeze cool my skin. “Cooling off?”

“Oh my god, this heat is a killer,” she stated, looking over at Luke who seemed to be taking it all in. “Hey, Luke, welcome to our home. It’s not normally this crazy.”

“It’s very nice,” he said, giving her a grin. “Did you pick it out?”

I shared a secret smile with my bestie, knowing that this house played a major part in how she and Jacob had hooked up. “One could say that,” she laughed, pulling her hair on top of her head and securing it into a high ponytail. “Relax, enjoy yourselves. There are beers and drinks near the kitchen area and gobs of food over there as well. I don’t know why Jacob felt like he had to grill as well.”

“A man thing,” Luke answered with a laugh. “I’ll go see if he needs any help.”

He squeezed my hand before letting go.

“He was really good today,” Lucia said, her eyes following mine. “Like pro good. He was all Jacob could talk about on the way home.”

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh, turning back to Lucia. “Chalk it up as another mystery I can’t solve.”

“Well it will keep the relationship interesting,” Lucia replied with a grin. I rolled my eyes and wished that I could at least understand the man. Once I’d gotten past the whole arrogant persona thing he had going on when I first met him, he actually was turning out to be the real deal. Except now there was his whole other secret-agent persona where he wouldn’t tell me a thing about his past or why he’d had a different name in high school. Would there ever be a time that he wasn’t like that? I wasn’t sure.

“Our boys do get along pretty well,” Lucia continued, nodding toward the grill. Luke and Jacob shared a laugh. Luke looked more at ease than I had seen him lately. I had come to think of him as my man and how or when that started, I had no idea. But I couldn’t deny the thought that I wanted him to be mine, and that I wanted more of him.

“They do, don’t they?” I replied absently, wishing that I could forget that he was a complete mystery.

Luke, feeling my gaze, turned my way. Even at this distance he could make my heart flutter.

I longed to feel him under my fingers. We had chemistry and maybe it would do me some good to overlook his unwillingness to share everything about his life for just a chance to be wanted in bed again. I needed something in my life to work out right now… and the thought of us together in bed, I couldn’t imagine anything wrong with that at all.