Chapter 8

With a cup of hot coffee cradled in his hand, Gideon leaned against the edge of the counter and frowned at Cory. “Why would you let Dominique talk you into this? We told you how Jesse was going to react to the news.”

“Because I thought it was time we told him. It’s not fun being somebody’s dirty little secret. And Dominique decided she was going to track him down and tell him tonight whether I agreed with her or not.”

“Dominique was drunk.”

“Dominique was tired of having to hide him,” Emma said softly. “And I can’t say that I blame her.”

Gideon couldn’t either, in the long run. He just wished she’d had a little more tact about how she’d made her announcement.

“So now what do we do?” He directed the question to both of them. For all his annoyance at Dominique’s stunt, he liked and respected Cory. The boy had a good head on his shoulders, and he clearly adored Dominique, even if he let her get away with murder half the time.