“Doc?”
Hale wasn’t the only one with problems.
“Hale, you’re not going to believe this.”
“What’s wrong, Doc? You okay?”
“My niece is alive. She’s Subject 31! I never knew.” Hale stared blankly, suddenly in no mood to hear any more.
“Elliot had a baby girl who supposedly died in childbirth. Apparently, he gave her to another couple to raise but kept in secret touch with her. Look!” Doc shoved a piece of paper at him, and Hale reluctantly stared down at a beautiful blonde with whiskey brown eyes.
“Fuck me,” he moaned, covering his face with his forearm. “If you tell me her name is Paige, I’m gonna be sick.” He meant it. He felt terrible all of a sudden.
“How did you know?” Doc asked, bewildered.
Hale lost the contents of his stomach just as the others rejoined them.
“Honestly, Hale. It’s too early to be drinking,” Caitlyn said, shaking her head.
Hale said nothing, hoping against hope he could stop whatever was coming before McKinley’s shit-eating grin popped through the front door.
Marie Harte is an avid reader who loves all things paranormal and futuristic, but especially all things romance. Reading romances since she was twelve, she fell in love with the warmth of first passion and knew writing was her calling. Twenty-three years later, the Marine Corps, a foray through Information Technology, a husband and four kids, and her dream has finally come true. Marie lives in Georgia with her family and loves hearing from readers. To read more about Marie, visit www.marieharte.com and check out her blog at http://www.marieharte.blogspot.com.