A Compulsive Gambler

‘Kira didn’t even know about the test.’ Austyn scowled. Deborah was clutching at straws. ‘Then she must have swapped the real report with a fake one! This is fake! This has to be!’ She tore the paper to shreds. ‘You can deny it all you want, but you can’t change the fact.’ Austyn’s voice was frosty. He had been meaning to confront Deborah. She knew he was going to do a paternity test and didn’t try to stop him. What made her so sure that Aiden was his son? Austyn asked her that. ‘But he has your nose and lips!’ Deborah shouted. Her voice drew curious looks from patrons nearby. She didn’t notice. All she could think was—she lost. She took a chance, and she lost. Of course she knew there was a possibility that Aiden was not Austyn’s son. Seven years ago, she had slept with Liam and Austyn within a week of each other. And then there was the drunken night spent with a stranger at a bar after she was banished to Trinidonia. But as Aiden grew older and started to look more and more like Aust