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If so, that would mean the woman he loved chose a Buchanan over him …

Did it bother hi the son of that very same Buchanan?

Pictures in hand, I rush down the hall, jog down the stairs, and all but sprint to the study to demand an explanation

“Blaire, back so soon?” Dad asks with a warm chuckle “What do you have there?”

I splay the photographs across his desk—ensuring that one where Renata is sitting in his lap kissing his cheek is front and center

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I demand

Retrieving the first photograph, he releases a bittersweet sigh

“Forgive reat detail withfor the next one “These are quite old Where did you get them?”

“They were in the bottoave me,” I say “Why didn’t you tell me Mom and Renata were best friends?”

“Oh, come on, Blaire Don’t make ame with a casual flick of his wrist

“I dated Renata’s son for four years You didn’t think to maybe mention the connection?”

“I guess I assu so,” he says “Things got a little …about soo”

Oh od

I take a step back

“You married Mom because she was Renata’s best friend … you wanted to hurt Renata because she hurt you” I clamp my hand over s—to be near her It’s also why you bought their farot over her”

He puffs his chest “Don’t be ridiculous, now you’re justup stories I’m a happily married man”

From the moment I walked into Wyatt’s life, Renata has always treated me like one of her own Butto hiet to know him in any capacity