Rio glanced at her, then back to the pictures of her brothers. One, who looked older, had dark hair like Kate, but light blue eyes. The other had much lighter hair and eyes of an indistinguishable color. They were neither chocolate like hers, nor pale. “Except the eyes. Different colors, but same shape.” She raised her chin. “We’re a blended family. Different fathers.” He glanced around as if looking for more family photos. “Ah ... what do your parents think of you being a surrogate?” He was stalling. She was sure of it. “They don’t. My dad died years ago, and my mother and I rarely speak.” Kate had no intention of talking about her mother and her tendency to call for a “loan” whenever her latest fling left her high and dry. “Was there something you needed to speak to me about, Rio?” “With the media storm this situation stirred up, Mother is worried about your health.
