He wanted Joelle to look at the document on his phone and shout out a firm denial that she had a child. He wanted her to say it was another of Owen’s tricks. A lie meant to tear them apart so he could get some measure of revenge for his failed attempt to get Joelle to marry him. But Joelle didn’t deny anything. She just stood there, shaking her head, while every drop of color drained from her face. Hell. It was true. Joelle had a baby. Cursing, Dallas forced himself to look at the document again, and his attention zipped over the lines. It was a birth certificate, all right. Amber Reese Tate. Joelle was listed as the mother. The info on the father had been left blank, but Reese was Dallas’s middle name. Then he quickly did the math. The baby had been born fifteen and a half years ago. Seven months after Joelle had left Rocky Creek.
