Reilly stood in the doorway. “Hello.” He smiled at her. “I was in the area and thought I’d stop by.” She returned his smile, although something inside her stirred uneasily. After Night’s confessions about being born on a commune and the revelation about Jon’s mother, she’d begun connecting the dots regarding their childhoods, but the men had refused to discuss the subject any further. Here before her stood a man who could answer, if not all, most of her questions regarding their past. The problem was her conscience—knowing how they would feel if she did—didn’t seem willing to ask. “Come on in. I’m afraid Jon’s teaching right now.” “Oh, I didn’t come to see Jon.” Reilly glanced over his shoulder and gestured at the open door. “Do you mind?” “Not at all.” Her brain went into overtime as she tried to figure out why he would want to meet with her behind closed doors.
