Susan Mallery: Tempting

The fourth book in the Buchanans series, 2007

"Let me make this easy for you," the man in the expensively tailored suit told Dani Buchanan. "You don't get to speak to the senator until you tell me why you're here."

"Amazingly enough, that information doesn't make things easier," Dani Buchanan murmured, feeling equally scared and excited which made for a very queasy stomach. She'd already talked her way through a receptionist and two assistants. She could actually see Mark Canfield's door at the end of the corridor. But standing between her and a long warehouse hallway was a big, determined-looking guy.

She thought about pushing past him, but he was pretty tall and she wasn't. Not to mention the fact that she'd actually worn a dress and high heels-neither of which were normal for her. The dress was no big deal, but the heels were killing her. She could handle the pain in the balls of her feet and the slight pulling in her arches, but how did anyone stay balanced on these things? If she moved at anything faster than a stroll, she was in danger of snapping an ankle.

"You can trust me," the man said. "I'm a lawyer."

He actually made the statement with a straight face.

Dani laughed. "A profession designed to inspire trust? I don't think so."

His lips twitched, as if he were holding in a smile. A good sign, she thought. Maybe she could charm her way past this guy. Not that she'd ever been especially good at charming men, but she didn't have much of a choice. She was going to have to fake it.

She drew in a breath and tossed her head. Of course her hair was cut short, which meant there was no flip over her shoulder. Which left Dani completely out of charming-men-type tricks. Good thing she'd sworn off dating for the rest of her life.

"Think of me as the dragon at the gate," the man said. "You're not getting past me until I know your business."

"Didn't anyone ever tell you that dragons are extinct?"

Now he did smile. "I'm living proof they're alive and well."

Fine, she thought absently. She would go all the way to fine for this guy. He had a nice face- handsome enough that you wouldn't turn to stone looking at him, but not so pretty that he wouldn't need to develop a personality. Killer blue eyes. A strong jaw, which meant stubborn.

"I'm here for personal reasons," she said, knowing that wasn't going to be enough, but feeling the need to try. What else was she supposed to say? That she'd recently discovered she might not be who she'd thought she was and answers to her questions were in this building?

Dragon-man's face tightened as he crossed his arms over his chest. Dani had the instant sensation of being shut out and judged, all at the same time.

"I don't think so," the man said sharply. "The senator doesn't play those kind of games. You're wasting your time. Get the hell out of here."

Dani stared at him. "Huh?" What was he… Oh. "You think I'm implying the senator and I-" She grimaced. "Yuck. No! Never. Eww." She took a step back, a dangerous act, considering the shoes, but she had no choice. Distance was required. "That is too disgusting for words."

"Why?"

She sighed. "Because there's a chance I'm his daughter." Better than a chance, if her upset stomach were anything to go by.

Suit-guy didn't even blink. "You'd do better to imply you were sleeping with him. I'd be more inclined to believe you."

"Who are you to pass judgment on what Mark Canfield may or may not have been doing twenty-nine years ago?"

"I'm his son."

That got her attention. She knew all about the senator's large family. "Alex, I presume?"

Dragon-guy nodded.

Interesting. Not that she and the senator's oldest son were blood relations. Mark Canfield and his wife had adopted all their children, including Alex. But it was possible they were family.

Dani wasn't sure how she felt about that. Dealing with her known family was complicated enough. Did she want to take on another one?

Obviously, she thought. After all, she was here.

The sense of needing to belong by blood burned hot enough to give her the answer. If Mark Canfield really was her father, she wanted to get to know him, and no one was going to get in her way. Not even his adopted son.

"I've been patient through one secretary and two assistants," she said firmly. "I've been polite and understanding. If nothing else, I’m a registered voter in this state and I have every right to see my senator. Now please step aside, before I'm forced to escalate the situation."

"Are you threatening me?" Alex asked, sounding almost amused.

"Would it work?" she asked.

He slowly looked her up and down. In the past six months she'd learned that male attention was not a positive thing in her life. It inevitably ended in disaster. But even though she'd sworn off men, she still felt a little quiver as his steady gaze drifted across her body.

"No, but it might be fun," he said.

"You are such a guy."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"You have no idea. Now step aside, dragon-boy. I'm going to see Mr. Canfield."

"Dragon-boy?"

The amused voice hadn't come from the person in front of her. Dani turned toward the sound and saw a familiar man standing by an open door.

She recognized Senator Mark Canfield because she'd seen him on television. She'd even voted for him. But those acts had been from a distance. She'd never thought of him as more than a political figure. Now he was here and there was a very good chance he was her father.

She opened her mouth, then closed it. Words faded from her brain as if she'd just lost the power of speech.

The senator walked toward them. "Are you dragon-boy, Alex?" he asked the younger man.

Alex shrugged, looking faintly uncomfortable. "I told her I was the dragon at the gate."

The senator put a hand on Alex's shoulder. "You do a good job, too. So is this young lady causing trouble?" He turned to Dani and smiled. "You don't look especially threatening."

"I'm not," she managed.

"Don't be so sure," Alex told him.

Dani glared. "You're being a little judgmental here."

"You're going to make trouble with your ridiculous claims."

"Why are they ridiculous? You don't know for sure, yet."

"Do you?" Alex asked.

The senator looked at both of them. "Should I come back at a better time?"

Dani ignored Alex and turned to the senator. "I'm sorry to barge in like this. I've been trying to make an appointment to see you but every time they ask me why, I can't give them the real reason. I…"

The enormity of what she was about to do crashed in on her. How could she just blurt out what she'd been told? That twenty-nine years ago he'd had an affair with her mother and she was the result? He would never believe her. Why would he?

Mark Canfield frowned at her. "You look familiar. Have we met before?"

"Don't even think about it," Alex told her. "You don't want to mess with me."

She ignored him. "We haven't, Senator, but you knew my mother. Marsha Buchanan. I look a little like her. I'm her daughter. And, I think, maybe yours."

Mark Canfield's face barely showed any reaction at all. Must be all that political training, she thought, not sure what she was feeling herself. Hope? Terror? A sense of standing on the edge of a cliff, not sure if she should jump?

She braced herself for rejection because it was crazy to think he would just accept what she said.

Then his expression softened as he smiled. "I remember your mother very well. She was…" His voice trailed off. "We should talk. Come on in to my office."