Chapter Forty-Two

It was only later that night, Cat found the chance to ponder Eva’s words about her father, Alex McDonnell. Was he Scottish or Irish heritage? It might explain her red hair. Alex had the darkest auburn hair. She had never given much thought to the man who might be her father, mainly because her mother had always claimed his identity was a mystery.

Cat was nestled in the corner of Eric’s study, curled up on a comfortable love seat. Her Mac laptop rested on her knees. She had been scouring the internet for any information she could find about Alex.

Everyone knew who he was—a 45-year-old man at the helm of a company with a global reach surpassing Eric’s business. Cat didn’t know exactly what she hoped to find, but she was confident that she wouldn’t find it online. It was just business information and photos of him and his wife at social events.

At Cat’s sigh, Eric looked up from his desk. Dim lights filled the masculine room. Eric had his desk light on beside him. Eric had pulled the curt