He turned to face her again. "You father? Is that what you are really wanting worried about, or yourself? Have you stopped to think of what your father wants…instead of what you want?"
"He won't accept your help or your money" she insisted.
He pounced on that statement, inflamed by her antagonism towards him. "I'm sure he will when I talk to him, especially with the current situation right now... And the baby too. He and I may have had our differences, but we have worked together for a long time. I'm sure we can come up with something. You are the one who is being unnecessarily stubborn. So why do you refuse my help?" he challenged.
Intriguing to watch the flush come again, sweeping into her cheeks with blazing heat. She dropped her gaze and fiercely claimed,"I can manage on my own. With the mortgage reduced, I can…"