For Faith’s sake, this meeting needed to be productive. Besides, he knew what kind of lecture he would suffer through when he returned home and had to face his mother—might as well make sure this was worth it. Pam had gone pale. Because of his unannounced appearance or because he’d mentioned their child? “Faith heard that I’m in town,” she concluded. “Yeah. And she wants to meet you.” “That’s not a good idea.” She’d already started shaking her head before he even finished the sentence. “You know it’s not. My meeting her can’t be what you want.” Hell no. Sitting there in jeans and a flowy, printed blouse with short sleeves and a square neckline, strands of her blond hair dancing in the breeze, Pam looked harmless enough. Cute, even. But he knew firsthand the kind of destructive force she could be. He’d held her, crying in his arms, on more than one occasion after her own mother had wreaked emotional destruction on her. He’d be damned if he would let Pam wound Faith like that, which was why he’d argued with his daughter for an hour.
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