An uncomfortable silence followed. I wasn't sure how to react. Not when an array of several emotions flared through me. However, the dominating one seemed to be fear. His disenchanted eyes flicked right back at me and I swear to the heavens, It made me tense.
"You have a daughter?"
In my mind's eye, I pictured a hundred ways the conversation could pick up. It was the perfect time to bring the truth to light and hope Grant was still the high and mighty jerk. I was positive he was. He was still controlling, pompous, and insensitive. What did I have to fear?
"Yes," I admitted, a growing sting heating up my chest.
"June." He recollected, staring blankly at the paper before speaking again. "Why didn't you tell me you were married?"
I gave a hollow laugh, snatching the paper from his h
