The Missing Heir(117)

                “No. But do you think maybe you should have heard him out?”

                “Absolutely not.” Of that, Amber was certain.

                “Why?”

                “Because he’d only make up more lies. You can’t trust a                     liar.”

                “To be fair, you don’t know he was lying.”

                Amber’s voice rose. “I thought you said you weren’t going to                     defend him.”

                “I’m not defending him.”

                “The man had a billion-dollar deal lined up less than                     forty-eight hours after he won the court case. You don’t think that required a                     little preplanning?”

                Destiny didn’t seem to have an answer for that.

                “I hate to say this,” Amber continued, and she really did, “but                     Roth’s right when he says it all looks suspicious.”

                Destiny paused a beat before responding. “Does it bother you                     that you’re siding with Roth?”

                It did bother Amber. But, bottom line, Cole had breezed into                     town for three short weeks, romanced her, then left with her nephew and a                     billion dollars.

                “I made a huge mistake,” she said, swallowing. “What if I never                     see Zachary again?”

                “That’s simply not going to happen,” said Destiny.

                “He’s in Alaska.”

                “You can go to Alaska.”

                Amber shook her head. “No. No, I can’t.”

                Destiny stared hard. “You can. You will. Not tomorrow                     and not next week, but you will go see Zachary.”

                “I’m mortified that I fell for Cole’s act.”

                “I’ve known you for five years. You are not going to let your                     embarrassment get in the way of doing the right thing for your nephew.”

                “You sound like you have faith in me.” Amber wasn’t sure she                     deserved anybody’s faith.

                “I have nothing but faith in you.”

                “Thanks.” Amber polished off her martini, trying to feel some                     faith in herself. “I think I need another.”