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thing rather funny. Maybe the situation was just too ludicrous to take seriously. What in the world was his supposed father doing married to a woman young enough to be his daughter, anyway?
    “There’s a lab a few blocks away. We could walk over there right now. It’s totally painless and only takes a minute. They swab a few cells from inside your mouth.”
    “Something tells me you’re not going to quit until I agree.”
    A smile tugged at her pretty mouth. “Just say yes.”
    DNA. A father.
    He sucked in a breath. The prospect of actually knowing who his father was sent prickles of energy dancing along his nerves.
    Family came with obligations, expectations. People could disappoint or could let you down. “What if I prefer being rootless and freewheeling?”
    “Taking a test won’t change that.” She’d already picked up her clutch purse off the floor. Apparently, she’d declared victory and was ready to head for the lab.
    His pride and a more primal instinct fought back. “I’ll think about it.” He cocked his head. “Maybe we could discuss it some more over dinner tonight. Have you eaten at my restaurant, La Ronde?”
    She swallowed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
    “You think I might seduce you again?” He lifted a brow. Her cheeks paled. Ouch. “Or maybe you’re worried you might seduce me.”
    “I’m beginning to think I have no idea what I might do, so I’d better barricade myself in my hotel room and hope for the best.” She managed a bright smile.
    “It might be more fun if you barricade me in there with you.”
    She shot him a warning look. “Please take the test. You won’t regret it.”
    The plea in her eyes won him over.
    At that moment, he decided to take her damn test. For reasons he didn’t care to examine, he wanted to make the lovely Samantha Hardcastle happy. Something about her snuck right under his skin and grabbed him where it hurt.
    He’d take her test and if he did regret it, it wouldn’t be the first or last regret of his life.
    Still, he wasn’t going to give up his DNA without the promise of a second date. “You join me for dinner, I’ll take your test. Deal?”
    She blinked. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. She looked panic-stricken.
    Louis didn’t like the nasty feeling in his gut that came from a woman apparently desperate enough to avoid him that she’d refuse a fine dinner with him at his own five-star restaurant. “The food’s good.”
    “I’m sure it is.”
    “And the company’s all right, too.”
    She swallowed. Twisted her big ring. Suddenly she stood. “I have to go. Do you have a number where I can reach you?”
    He scribbled his cell number on a piece of monogrammed notepaper. A warm sense of satisfaction and anticipation crept through him. Her resistance had only inflamed his desire.
    She’d call. And she’d eat dinner with him.
    And as far as he was concerned, that was just the beginning.

 
    Chapter Six
     
    S amantha dived out Louis DuLac’s front door into the street. Thank heaven she didn’t have a car waiting, because she needed to walk. Tension strung her muscles tight and vibrated along her nerves.
    So, she’d found Tarrant’s missing son.
    And slept with him.
    Shame soaked through her like acid. Part of her wanted to fly back to New York and never see Louis DuLac again.
    But then she’d have failed everyone. Dominic, Tarrant’s first son, was thrilled that a world-class restaurateur might be his brother.
    Dominic had owned his own chain of gourmet markets before joining Hardcastle Enterprises. His newfound half brother Amado owned a fine vineyard. Just based on his occupation, they were sure Louis would turn out to be one of Tarrant’s sons.
    It had never crossed her mind to look up a picture of him and see what he looked like. If she’d done that she might have recognized him when she stumbled blindly into his own bar with him.
    Everyone knew she was in New Orleans to look for him. Fiona, Tarrant’s