her. But Samantha wasnât in the habit of asking for things from people. Sheâd never asked her husband to hold her, and she wasnât going to ask this stranger for comfort, so she jerked her shoulders away from his hands.
Not understanding her look or her actions, Mike released her, his mouth twisted with disgust. âAll right, Iâll keep my hands off of you, but youâre going to eat.â
Samantha started to repeat her no, but instead, she said she needed to get her purse.
âWhat for?â he asked.
âTo pay forââ
Not allowing her to finish, he took her elbow and propelled her toward the front door. âI told you, Iâm an old-fashioned guy. I pay. When Iâm with a female, I pay. Whether sheâs my sister, my mother, or girlfriend, I pay. No Dutch treat. No her picking up the tab. Understand?â
Samantha didnât say a word. There were too many other things on her mind than who paid for breakfast.
As he ushered her out into the early morning light, she saw that there were a few people on Lexington Avenue, but not many, and the city had an eerie feeling, as though they were alone in it. Silently, she walked beside him, following him into an all-night coffee shop.
Smiling familiarly, the waitress brought Mike a cup of coffee. âMike, you been at it all night again?â she asked.
He smiled back at her. âYeah,â he said then turned to Samantha. âScrambled eggs, bagels, okay with you? And tea, right?â
She nodded, not asking how he knew that she didnât like coffee. The truth was, she didnât really care what she ate.
Leaning back in the booth, Mike sipped his coffee. âI wish your father had told you more. I wish he hadnât left it to me to explain everything.â
âMy father liked toâ¦manage things,â she said softly.
âYour father liked to control peopleâs lives.â
That snapped her out of her lethargy. âI thought you said you liked my father!â
âI did. We had some wonderful talks and we became friends, but Iâm not blind. He liked to make people do what he wanted them to do.â
Samantha glared at him.
âAll right,â Mike said. âI get your point. No more comments about your sainted father. You want to hear his theoryâhis, mind you, not mineâon what happened with your grandparents?â
She did want to hear and she didnât. It was rather like paying to see a horror film that you wanted to see yet also didnât want to see.
âYour father believed that in 1928 Maxie was pregnant by Barrett, but something happened to prevent them from marrying. Maybe she told him she was pregnant and he refused to marry her, I donât know. I do know that she left New York, went to Louisville, met Cal, and married him. She stayed with him for thirty-six years, then the photo of her appeared in the paper. Your father thought Barrett probably saw it and thatâs how he located Maxie.â
While watching her with the concentration of a snake, Mike drank more of his coffee. She was difficult to read, and he couldnât tell what she was thinking. âTwo weeks before Maxie left, Dave said she was on the phone a lot and seemed upset. Just last year he was still berating himself, saying he should have asked her what was wrong, but he was fascinated with his baby daughter and had no thoughts for anyone else. Then, out of the blue, Maxie said her aunt was ill and needed her. She left, and no one in your family ever saw her again. At the time, Dave wanted to search for her, but your grandfather Cal said noâviolently no. Dave believed Cal might have known that Maxie had gone back to Barrett. It was your fatherâs guess that after Barrett had seen her picture, he probably contacted her and asked her to come back to him and she did.â
Samantha took a few moments to adjust to what he had told her. âIf thatâs the case, why in