“I don’t doubt that. But I’ve put Dave in the hands of a lawyer who will ensure appropriate visiting rights and take the custody battle to court. It won’t go all her way.”
His confidence clearly piqued her interest. “Why have you involved yourself, Peter? I mean…Mrs Harper had a point. Why stick your oar in when it’s none of your business?”
“Do you disapprove?”
“No. Not at all. It’s just…well…just not what people generally do, taking a stranger on board and doing what you can for him.”
She was impressed and intrigued by his generosity. Peter knew he could capitalise on her admiration but he never felt comfortable when money was behind it. “When you have all the advantages of great wealth at your fingertips, it’s easy to play The Good Samaritan, Erin,” he said sardonically.
“I guess that’s true,” she said slowly, thoughtfully. “But this wasn’t just tossing money at him. You gave him your time, as well. Went out of your way to fix things for him.”
“I didn’t want him to lose his son. It’s not right what happens with divorce. Too many fathers are cast adrift without their family. I know if it happened to me I’d fight tooth and nail for my children.”
Erin believed him. The hard, ruthless edge in his voice, the brooding expression on his face, the glint of hell-bent determination in his eyes—the thought ran through her mind and shivered down her spine—heaven help the woman who tried to separate Peter Ramsey from his children! The Viking warrior would go into battle with a vengeance.
But would it be from a sense of possession or did he really intend to be a hands-on parent?
“Not all fathers want the responsibility of raising their children,” she said quietly. “They prefer to leave it to the mothers.”
A flash of hard mockery preceded a swift switch to the laser probing. “Is that your personal experience, Erin?”
“Yes, it is,” she conceded, adding her own touch of mockery as she explained. “My father is an academic, a professor of English, who lives in the rarefied world of literature. He takes it for granted that his needs will be looked after by a woman. A child’s needs…” She shook her head, smiling wryly. “He only ever did what suited him and that was mainly talking books to me. Which I liked. But I was always aware that our relationship was limited to what he enjoyed doing. I didn’t really exist for him beyond that bit of sharing. In fact, I rather painfully learnt…after my parents separated…there was no point in asking him for more.”
Peter grimaced. “A totally self-centred man. I’m sorry, Erin. We’re not all like that.”
“No. And all women aren’t like Mrs Harper.”
“Your mother didn’t want you, either?”
Erin hesitated. Her comment on Thomas’s mother had been aimed at what she sensed was a general cynicism about women, wanting him to review his attitude. Another probe into what was deeply personal to her made her feel uncomfortably vulnerable. She’d just revealed more to Peter Ramsey about her childhood than she’d ever revealed to anyone. Somehow the issue with the Harper family had lured her into it…or was it the keen interest in the riveting blue eyes?
Did it matter if she told him how it had been for her? They were simply talking around the consequences of divorce. This was a one-off night in their lives so it was highly unlikely that any private information she gave him would come back to bite her in a discomfiting fashion. Besides, answering his questions gave her grounds for demanding he answer hers.
“I wouldn’t go so far as to say my mother didn’t want me, but she bitterly resented my father not doing his share, so she kept pushing me at him. In hindsight, I realise she hated having been displaced by another woman and used me to spike his new comfort zone as much as she could.”
“So your father left her.”
Erin sighed, remembering all the yelling and screaming that had preceded the separation, shutting herself in her bedroom, trying not to hear, desperately wishing it would stop. “My mother discovered he was having an affair and made it impossible for him to stay,” she said flatly.
“Sounds like she cared more about making him pay for his infidelity than she cared about you, Erin. Is that how it was?” Peter asked sympathetically.
She shrugged, her mind instinctively sheering away from the lonely steps of learning how to cope by herself, preferring not to ask anything of her parents than suffer more rejection from her father or a harangue from her mother about how difficult it was, being a single parent.