CHAPTER 32

“Just a minute…”

Rowena pulled the warm, fuzzy bathrobe tighter around her body and jerked the knot to be sure. The pounding on her front door had been so loud she’d heard it all the way inside her bathroom, despite the closed door.

Something about the noise set her spine on edge. She looked through the peephole but didn’t recognize the older man with black hair standing on her porch.

“Who is it?”

“Rowena? I’m Steven, Heath’s father. I need to talk to you.”

Heath’s father?

She didn’t even know he had one. He’d mentioned his mother, but never his father. She’d just assumed the man was either dead or not a part of his life. Just more proof that he had never seen her as someone really important. She’d shared the intimate details of her worst experience, but he… well, he hadn’t even mentioned a father living here in the city.

Rowena looked back through the peephole again. She did recognize a certain resemblance between the two men.