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"She wasn't. She had suspicions about my father, but she thought he was having an affair. It turned out to be much worse than that."

He glanced around. "Now and then. Sometimes she drags my sister. Sometimes both of us."

The waiter brought their drinks and a moment later Jessica Whitly swept up to the table with Ainsley right behind her.

"Darling! You made it," she exclaimed, giving Malcolm a broad grin. She offered her hand to Raylan. "Nice to see you again," she told him. "Ainsley," she said, beckoning her daughter over. "This is Malcolm's guest, Raylan."

Malcolm took closed his eyes to take a deep breath and release a long suffering sigh.

"Ainsley Whitly," she told Raylan, smirking at Malcolm while offering her hand.