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existed, she couldn’t help but wonder? Her father might have decided not to tell them yet. But if he had, how had they responded to the news? Dylan never once mentioned Warren’s children or his wife Elizabeth. If the tables were reversed how would she feel about her father having a child appear out of nowhere? How did his wife feel about the situation? Many women wouldn’t appreciate their husband’s bastard child showing up on their front doorstep even if that child had been born before they’d meet.
    The unasked questions brought Callie to a halt as she followed the walkway up toward the main entrance. She’d been so overwhelmed by her own emotions toward her mother and the situation that she hadn’t once stopped to consider the other people involved. At the very least she should have asked Dylan how the others felt. No matter how caring and understanding a person was it had to be difficult to learn your husband had another child floating around.
    Why didn’t you think of this sooner?
Callie forced herself to move again. The closer she got to the front entrance the more apparent it became that her visit was a mistake.
    Too late, you’re here now.
    Before she could even search for a doorbell, the massive front door swung open. A rail thin man dressed in a black suit, who didn’t look strong enough to even open the door, took several steps toward her.
    “Miss Taylor, please come in.” Much like his appearance, the older man’s voice was professional but devoid of any character.
    Uncertain how to respond, Callie searched her brain for something to say. “I’m a little late. Traffic was horrible through Providence.”
    Brilliant just brilliant
, Callie thought, immediately wishing she could take back the words.
He must think I’m an idiot.
    The man, who she guessed was a butler, merely nodded. “If you will please follow me.”
    Not much of a conversationalist, are you?
Then again maybe butlers weren’t supposed to be. She didn’t exactly run into them every day. Maybe people like her father expected his employees to be seen and not heard.
    Like an obedient child, Callie followed the older gentleman deeper into the opulent mansion, and with each step her heart beat faster. Desperately she tried to focus on the beautiful surroundings rather than her rioting nerves. The walls were lined with framed portraits that looked as if they belonged in a museum and beautiful antique furniture filled the rooms she passed. Yet despite her best efforts, it wasn’t helping.
    She’d never experienced an anxiety attack before, but she knew without a doubt she was having one now. Her heart raced. Her breathing was rapid. And she felt ready to jump out of her skin.
    Relax. He’s only a man not some super human being.
    The knocking sound penetrated the ringing in Callie’s ears. As if from a great distance, she heard a male voice respond and the butler pushed open the door to an extremely masculine study complete with dark wood and leather furniture.
    “Miss Taylor has arrived,” the butler announced to the room’s occupant.
    Without consciously thinking, she ran her sweaty palms down the sides of her skirt and took a tentative step forward. She assumed Warren Sherbrooke would be waiting for her on the other side of the door. But he wasn’t the man Callie now found greeting her.
    Dylan knew she was disappointed. He could sense it with every fiber of his being. He also knew he was the cause of her disappointment, and that displeased him. Though he had no idea why. It didn’t matter how this woman felt about him. Today he had to act as host in Warren’s absences, plain and simple. He hadn’t even planned on being here this weekend. He was supposed to be in Chicago today on business. But when his mother called very late the night before asking him to meet Callie today, he sent his Vice President of Operations to Chicago in his place and came straight here instead.
    “Callie, it’s nice to see you again. Please have a