13 Chapter 13: Adopted

Deke put up his hands. “You’re not mad at me.” He was right, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to rage at him. Her whole life had been a lie, and she needed time to adjust. He rose and strode to the kitchen, brushing past her. “Let’s take this conversation up later.”

“It’s not going to be any easier later than it is now.”

He glanced over his shoulder at her. “You need time to adjust.”

She didn’t have time. Someone had tried to get into Deke’s house—to get to her. “Obviously, I don’t know anything about my birth parents.”

Deke nodded. He put a tea bag into a mug of hot water, then leaned against the counter. She wrapped her arms around herself. Would she ever be warm again? Deke handed her the mug of tea. She gripped it like it was a lifeline. “I’ll have Tex investigate it,” he said. “The adoption was private, so he was lucky to get even that much information.”