Chapter 32Precious days slipped by with no word about when the DNA tests would be completed.
Joe wore only his under shorts. He call out as he shaved in her bathroom. “You're in over your head by helping Yates.”
“It's for Becky.” She came out of the dressing room to make sure he heard. “I'll sacrifice anything to give her the rest of her life.”
“But a second mortgage on this house? You've already sold off some of your stocks. Why couldn't I at least loan—”
“Nothing else matters.” She watched his reaction in the mirror. He knew she still felt uncertain about the identity. But without certainty, she wasn't about to force herself to change her opinion. “Without Becky—”
“Ouch!” He had nicked his chin and pressed a fingertip against the cut. “What if this Yates jerk doesn't come through?”
