Page 69 of A Billionaire Rebel
I’d do whatever Deklin wanted to do. I’d kept the secret for my daughter-in-law’s sake, but it had almost destroyed my grandson. If he wanted to tell people, I’d stand by him.
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” Cynthia said on a tired sigh.
“No.” I stood, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I’ll go. Why don’t you get us some of that pie you made? We’ll have some dessert before bed.”
She nodded and went to the kitchen while I headed for the front door. Even though I told family that they didn’t need to ring the bell, if they weren’t expected, they often still did.
When I opened the door, however, the young man on the other side wasn’t anyone I recognized, though he did look vaguely familiar. Light brown hair. Light blue eyes.
“Hello. Can I help you?”
“Are you Jude Holden?” he asked.
“I am.”
He lifted his chin. “My name’s Jude Ives, and I think you’re my father.”
