dollars for nearly every kind of campaign.â
âWe can still make a difference, either on a local and individual basis, or nationally and globally.â
He was serious. She hadnât expected that.
âIâm getting worried,â she admitted. âI donât want to have to like you.â
âIâm totally charming.â
âNot to me.â
âItâs a subtle charm.â
âApparently.â
Eddie appeared with the bottle of wine. After he opened it, she hesitated, as if not sure who would do the tasting. Alex gestured to Dani. âPlease. Itâs your party.â
She nodded at Eddie, who poured her a sample. Dani swirled, inhaled, then tasted. âExcellent,â she said. âThanks.â
Eddie poured, then left.
Alex sipped the wine. âNice,â he said.
âI like it.â She eyed him. She had a feeling she knew the reason for his visit. So did his friendliness mean she was Markâs daughter or not?
âYouâre being nice, in a twisted kind of way,â she said, deciding there was no reason to be subtle. âItâs been two days. You have the results. Iâm trying to decide how your presence here and attempts to get to know me figure into things.â
His humor faded. âItâs a match. Youâre Mark Canfieldâs daughter.â
Dani set down her wineglass and braced herself for a flood of emotion. There wasnât any. Not elation or happiness or even an internal âgolly wow.â There was nothing.
âOkay,â she said slowly, wondering if the feelings were going to be delayed. âGood to know.â
âAre you going to the press?â
The blunt, almost rude question didnât surprise her. This was the Alex Canfield she remembered.
âWhat do you think?â she asked. âYouâve had plenty of time to delve into my background, interview my friends and tap my phone. Am I going to the press?â
She couldnât read his dark eyes. His body language was relaxed as he took a sip of the wine. He could have been mulling over how his stock portfolio had performed that day, or developing a way to murder her and leave her body in the woods.
How did this impact him? He was Mark Canfieldâs oldest sonâ¦by adoption. She was Markâs biological child. Did Alex have any feelings about that? Did he resent her or wasnât she significant enough to generate emotion?
âYou have money, or at least access to it,â Alex said at last. âSo thatâs not why you came looking for the senator. I donât think it was for publicity, either.â
âGrudging, but there it is,â she murmured as she took a slice of bread and spread on garlic butter. âAcceptance. Iâm touched. Deeply. I might even tear up.â
âI have reason to be suspicious,â he told her. âYour timing, for one thing.â
âI contacted the senator within days of finding out he might be my father.â
âSo you say.â
She sighed. âI like you better when youâre not assuming the worst about me.â
âDo you know what a scandal could do to the campaign?â he asked. âHow you could destroy everything weâve been working toward?â
She tilted her head. âIf Iâm just in it for notoriety, donât I have a built-in reason for wanting to keep the news to myself? Wouldnât I have more fun with Daddy as president?â
âInteresting logic.â
âIâm an interesting person.â
He shrugged. âSo it seems.â
Okayâ that was unexpected. Was it possible that, despite everything, dragon-boy liked her? She found herself warming to the thought.
She leaned toward him. âAdmit it. You might have been wrong about me. I just might be an okay person.â
âMaybe.â
âProbably.â
âIâll accept that.â
He shook his head and grinned. âYouâre not
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