together in surp

nod

hrough her. She

ell, I don't actually remember ever seeing my father." Bitterness sou

e the way it hap

person. Your father's name

e'd seen that name she'd understood for the first time why she'd never found her father when she'd searched for him under the name Wale Daniels. She'd also understood the care her mother had taken to

e shot the stranger a hard look. "If he's after a portion of the Angels money you can tell him I don't keep any of it. None of us do. A hundred percent of it is donated. And my job as a w

ur father didn't send me t

cal brow. "No? Then

or to your father's estate, and t

r was dead? She rocked back, trying to keep her balance, but the

k with a soft curse, his arm

finitely didn't need to add the stranger's touch to her already careening wo

his gaze stayed locked on her, watchf

rough the emotions swirling inside. Like most kids with a missing parent she'd thought of her father often over the years. On birthdays, s

, begging them to return to his life. Promising he'd love them forever and ever. But mostly she'd thought of Wale Adeyemi in anger. Anger that she'd had to watch her mother struggle to keep them fed a

e Adeyemi was dead. She didn't know what to feel. Didn't know whe

'd feared he would knock her moratorium on men off balance. Now she feared he was about to throw her whole world

ised to keep your father's spread running until the lawyers fo

er tongue. "Home to the Big W. Your father

nuga nodded, his gaze intensifying, becoming more concerned

rue, began to ga

e of the biggest co

d I scraped for eve

But it's yours now. If you mee

ard had washed his hand off her twenty-two years a

nod

omes yours. At that time, the deed will be signed over to you and you ca

ow. "That has a

ught if you spent six months there, you'd come to love it. Love

and child, Mr. Adenuga. I hadn't thought of his blood running in my veins, but now that you've pointed it out, a transfusion doesn't sound like a bad idea. As

way from it? The estate? Your f

She stopped with her hand on the doorknob. Her heritage? Her father had kicked her and her mother out of his house - or off his precious estate, app

k to the stranger

rowing a helpless woman and her two-year-old child out on the street. His feeble attempt to kee

uld slip through, the stranger's hand landed

heat soaking into her back,

nothing but raw emotion, you might want to think of the broader picture. If you spend six months at the estate - and still want nothing to

domineering stranger's ribs. But now she wen

n't afford the medicine to help control the disease. And she'd had to accept the reality that her mother had died months

ality. It's why she'd started the Angels. Reluctant

nough. She could still feel the coiled tension radiating from his body, still smell his

he tight line of his mouth made her think he didn't like it. But the hard co

pushover. She r

Mr. Adenuga. How muc

nvest smart, a couple

whispered from her lips. Dear God. How could

would have turned her back on the deal if she c

u've won. Where's this esta

m the back pocket of his jeans.

managed to send the stranger right back to his range,