It was at this point that she decided to tell me that Mark, while amazing, was not her daughter’s actual father. I was a little shocked. As far as I... knew, Mark was the only man she had ever been with. But, I was about to be told a revelation that would be just the first one that day. Being curious, and knowing she was at a point where she wanted to tell, I asked who the father really was then. She paused for a moment, and then said that she wouldn’t have said anything, but what I was doing to. Rod had seen that look before. He remembered a husband who had come home unexpectedly one afternoon and caught him and his wife coming down stairs as he came through the front door. He looked surprised and yet Rod detected that his suspicions had been confirmed. There was no “What the hell is going on,” or any outward sign of anger and emotional hurt. Rod later learned that he had actually come home early a few months before when they had been in bed together. He heard all the noise and quietly. She jumped at the invitation, asking, "Jeez, Luke, what took you so long?" Um, I guess I was afraid you'd say no." Hah! Not likely! I was going to give you one more week, then I was going to ask you out on a date." Really? Damn, I'm sorry I'm so slow." Jesus, Luke, you knock out two or three books a week. You're anything but slow! A little socially retarded, maybe. Anyhow, yes, you can pick me up at my house at six on Saturday evening. And don't be intimidated by my roommate. She comes off like. "I've checked yesterday's X-rays, Mr Reynolds, and the good news is that your multiple fracture is mending well. The bad news is that you're going to have to have a stainless steel pin inserted. Which I'm afraid means an operation - when you're strong enough to withstand the anaesthetic."Michael looked down at Rachel, now standing at the foot of the bed. "So how much longer will I be in for, Mr Patel?" I'd say at least a fortnight." Rachel gave Michael a sweet smile and then followed the.