“Okay, I believe you,” my breath notched. “Sorry.”
Aidan settled back down in his seat, gnarling.
For a moment, quiet wafted into the air.
Aidan broke the tense silence, counterstriking. “Your father is the blame for this mishap.”
“My father?”
Suddenly a dark brow arched. “You don’t know.”
“Know what?” What did he mean?
“You are utterly in the dark,” he mused.
A wry tingle began to spread over my body. I feared whatever was next.
“You don’t know about your mother?”
“I’m not following you.”
“I see that Sara kept you in the dark.”
“Do you know something about my mother that I am not aware of?”
“Sweetheart, I’m only beginning to get to the good stuff.”
“Then spit it out.” I drummed my fingers over the table, holding my stare.
“Mustafa and your mom had an affair. He was the one
