“You look so much like her...I don’t understand. You said Captain Deveraux was your father?”
Sophia nodded, a warm flush filling her face, and she squirmed. “Yes.”
“Forgive me, but you look nothing like him. Did you favor your mother?”
Surprised, she considered the question. Jerrod was right. Her father and mother had both been fair. Her heavy black hair and eyes were far different from theirs. “I…no, actually, I didn’t.” Martin and Jerrod exchanged a knowing look.
Her eyes narrowed. “What are you not telling me?”
“Could it be possible, Martin? All this time…practically under my nose?” The pain in Jerrod’s voice tore at Sophia’s heart. Her fist bunched in her skirt, but Martin reached over to pat her clenched fingers.
“I suspected she might be the first time I saw her,” Martin said,
