"Enough," he says. "Tell me about school."
"Well, your son told everyone not to talk to me, so that was pleasant."
"Which one?"
"You really have to ask?"
"Braden?"
"Who else? Trystan can be a jerk but he's nothing compared to Braden."
Brock gets quiet, then says, "About what you said this morning, have you told anyone else?"
"That you're my dad?"
"Yes," he says with a sigh. "Did you tell anyone?"
"Not yet," I say, not wanting him to know I told Jackson. "Why? Is it a secret?"
"Yes, and I'd like it to remain that way."
"Why is it a secret?"
"It would hurt the boys to know. I don't want them knowing I was unfaithful to their mother."
"My mom was the only one?"
"Rumor!" he says, sounding offended.
"What? Since I've been here you've had multiple women. You cheated on Morgan."
"She was my girlfriend, not my wife. And I didn't have children with her."
"I'll make you a deal. I'll keep your secret if you answer all my questions. And I want real answers, not made up ones. I want the truth."
"What questions do you have?"
"I want to know everything. When you met her. How long it was going on. Why you got involved with her and why she never told me. Why you never came to see me. Why you—"
"Okay, I get the point. You have questions. I'll try to answer them the best I can but you need to understand it was a long time ago. I may not remember everything."
"But you remember her, right? My mom?"
He smiles to himself. "I could never forget her. Your mother was unlike anyone I'd ever met."
The way he's smiling like that, and has that faraway look in his eyes, it's almost like he had feelings for her. Like this wasn't just some casual fling.
"Tell me," I say. "Tell me everything."
"Not now. We're almost there."
"When will you tell me?"
"Soon, but for now I need you to promise me you'll keep this between us."
"Okay, but I'm not waiting forever. I want to know what happened."
"This is her office," he says, pulling up to a white building that's curved on the sides. "Go inside and give her assistant your name."
