With synchronized mischief, Elliot tugged Moanna past Tracy, flashing her a conspiratorial wink that screamed "You've got this!"
"Mommy, we're going to the amusement park! Oh, this is my new friend—Uncle Gordon."
Tracy's mouth twisted in a barely suppressed grimace.
She had unfinished business with Gordon, so she swallowed her words for now.
His dark brows lifted in imperious challenge, those piercing eyes locking onto Tracy's delicate features. This woman—no Helen of Troy, yet she'd carried his child. By his calculations, it had been over five years now.
Elliot stood head-and-shoulders above other four-year-olds—so much so that Gordon had initially mistaken him for five. The timeline fit like puzzle pieces with that night five years back. If the boy was his, Tracy knew. She'd played
