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Emerald eyes stared straight into his for an endless moment, during which Luke felt something near his heart shift.

      Luke didn’t believe in coincidences, and Hassan placed an inordinate value on sons. Was this boy the answer? Did Hassan think …?

      Had Hassan seen Caitlyn’s son and noticed the resemblance to Luke? Had Hassan met the boy at Keeneland?

      Suddenly Luke couldn’t breathe. It was as if a band had wrapped around his chest and squeezed. In a weird panic—he never panicked—he fought to ignore dozens of questions that bombarded his stunned mind.

      “I asked you if you’re okay?” Luke’s voice was hard and strange, unrecognizable. “Anything hurt? Broken? Are you dizzy?”

      The kid felt real. The rest of his life—London, Teresa, his businesses, his unstoppable ambition, even Hassan—belonged to a dream that had nothing to do with his life, which was here.

      “I’m fine, but I’ve got to catch that damn Demon before he bolts for the barn and I have to walk all the way back.”

      “Don’t cuss.”

      “Sorry!”

      The kid didn’t look the least bit sorry as he sat up and got ready to spring to his feet.

      Luke put a hand on his shoulder. “Not so fast. Why don’t you sit here a minute or two, catch your breath.”

      “I said I’m okay,” the boy protested impatiently, looking defiant.

      Just as Luke would have done at the same age.

      “Right. And I say it’s too soon to be so sure. What’s your name?”

      “Daniel.” His bottom lip curling, the kid stared at the ground.

      “You got a last name?”

      “‘Course I do! Wakefield.” There was fierce pride in his low tone, the kind of pride Luke had never felt for his biological father. When the kid tried unsuccessfully to shake loose from Luke’s iron grip, his bottom lip grew even more prominent.

      “My name’s Luke Kilgore.”

      “Glad to meet you, Mr. Kilgore,” Daniel said automatically.

      “Glad to meet you, too.”

      The boy on the ground didn’t look a thing like the blond, blue-eyed Wakefield bunch. Luke’s mind raced backward.

      “How old are you, Daniel?” Luke asked slowly, as unwanted pressure pounded in his temples.

      This couldn’t be happening. But it was. The angry kid looked just like he’d looked at the same age.

      “Five.”

      The number was a sucker punch in the gut.

      Damn her. Was this why she had married Wakefield so quickly? Had she been pregnant? Had she slept with them both and hoped to pass off his baby as the wealthier Wakefield’s to get the ranch back? Had she despised the thought she might be carrying a Kilgore?

      Luke clenched and unclenched his fists. When one speculated, one was usually wrong. What mattered now was finding out the truth.

      “Does your mother know where you are?” Luke asked in a low, even tone. “That you were riding Demon bareback?”

      The kid tensed and then lowered his eyes guiltily. “Sure. I was with Manuel, so it’s okay.”

      “Right,” Luke said softly. “What do you say we catch Demon so the two of you can run along home, back to the ranch, so your mother won’t worry?”

      “She’s not worrying. She’s too busy getting ready for her meeting with some guy.”

      “That would be me.”

      “Oh. Are you rich? Some car, huh? Long.” His eyes lit up. “Like a bus.”

      “Not exactly. It’s called a limousine. Limo for short. What do you say we catch your horse?”

      Luke and Daniel stood up together, and Manuel joined them. Demon’s ears shot forward and he whinnied. As Luke and the boy dusted themselves off, the blood bay gelding hung his head and licked his lips.

      Good sign, Luke thought as Manuel slowly approached the horse.

      The well-proportioned gelding didn’t run away. He stood docilely, allowing Manuel to retrieve the reins. Manuel swung himself onto the horse. Then Luke lifted Daniel up to the mounted man.

      A shadow passed over Daniel’s face as he looked down. “I got you all dirty. You’re gonna tell Mom on me.”

      “I’m not sure what I’ll say to her. But I’ll catch up to you two at the house,” Luke said, his tone hard as he dusted himself off again.

      “Did you come to buy a horse or something?” the kid asked.

      “Or something.”

      “Good, ‘cause me and Mom could sure use the money.”

      Money—had she married Wakefield because his daddy had been a banker and he’d owned Wild Horse Ranch? Or to give her baby a name?

      When had she learned she was pregnant? Was her pregnancy the reason she hadn’t taken his calls or answered his letters?

      “See you,” Daniel said, dismissing Luke casually.

      Then the boy leaned forward with the ease of a natural rider. Soon boy, man and horse were cantering down the shoulder of the road while Luke stood still and silent, watching them.

      Luke identified with that half-wild kid. Almost as if Luke was riding Demon himself, he felt the calves of those thin legs gripping the powerful animal. They were his legs, his knees squeezing tight, his lean body leaning forward, his hands lightly holding the reins. It was him urging the great creature faster, faster, until the ride became exhilarating.

      “Breathe, Daniel. Don’t forget to breathe,” Luke whispered.

      Then horse, boy and man were flying, airborne, united, and Luke’s own soul rushed after them. He hadn’t felt this alive in years.

      What if the kid was his son?

      No sooner had the trio melted into the haze of the horizon than a knot of longing formed in Luke’s throat. Should he have let Daniel back on the beast so soon? The boy had said he was fine, and he was with Manuel. But was the boy okay? What if he had a concussion?

      Acute parental anxiety was new to him and made him feel foolish. The kid probably wasn’t even his. But whether he was or he wasn’t, Luke’s concern caused beads of sweat to break out on his brow.

      Had Caitlyn wanted him gone so he wouldn’t find out about Daniel? Was that why she’d been afraid? If so, she was far more deceptive than he’d believed.

      Luke wanted answers, and he wanted them now. Grabbing his cell, he punched in Hassan’s number. It was probably midnight Hassan’s time, but Luke didn’t give a damn.

      As always, Hassan’s voice was warm with paternal interest in a way that Luke’s biological father’s never had been.

      “Raffi. You had a safe journey? No problems?”

      “Only one. I just met Daniel.”

      There was a long silence before Hassan finally spoke. “I saw him at Keeneland. He looked so much like you.”

      “Why didn’t you tell me?”

      “I was right? He is yours, then?”

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