The Agent's Secret Child

Jake Cantrell was Elena’s father.

But if she accepted that as truth, didn’t she have to accept the rest as well? That she was Abby Diaz. Former FBI agent. Former partner and lover of Jake Cantrell.

That was where her mind balked. She had given birth to Elena, hadn’t she? Wouldn’t she have known if Elena wasn’t her child? Felt something…wrong if the babies had somehow been switched at the hospital?

Her head ached and she knew she was trying to come up with an explanation other than the one staring her in the face.

She closed her eyes. Was it possible? Was she Abby Diaz?

She had to admit, she’d never believed brown-eyed Julio was Elena’s father, any more than Elena had. It wasn’t just Elena’s green eyes, though they certainly did make Isabella suspicious. But Julio had told her that his brother, who’d died at birth, had had the same green eyes, that they ran in the family.

She’d suspected it was a lie and the reason her husband wanted nothing to do with her or their beautiful baby was because Elena was the result of an affair Isabella had had before the fire. It would have explained a lot. Especially Julio’s coldness and her baby’s green eyes.

But now she could no longer cling to that explanation any more than she could keep telling Elena that she was wrong, that the man in the front of the pickup wasn’t her father.

“Go to sleep for a little while, chica suena,” she told Elena, and closed her eyes. Beside her, Elena began to sing the songs Isabella had taught her. Songs Isabella believed she remembered from her grandmother. But now she wasn’t even sure that was true.

If she was this FBI agent Abby Diaz, then why didn’t she feel it? She knew nothing about being an FBI agent. Why hadn’t she remembered her training? Was it possible she’d been burned from an explosion during an FBI investigation in Texas instead of a house fire in Mexico?

And if there’d been any chance that she’d survived, why hadn’t the FBI come looking for her years ago? Why hadn’t they rescued her from Julio? Why hadn’t Jake?

Her head ached and her stomach roiled. She didn’t want to be Abby Diaz. Not a woman—if it was true—whom someone had tried to kill six years ago. Especially if that someone had been her partner, her lover, Jake Cantrell.