"You've already guessed that I'm not Spencer's brother or related to Madam Collins," Adam said slowly.
Melanie's fingers tightened around the towel in her hand. She had expected him to dodge the questions, to brush her off. But suddenly, he was talking. Just when she had been thinking about what to say to break the tension!
Adam stood and walked to the window, restless now and she could only watch as he stood by it, looking outside.
She didn't move. Didn't speak. Afraid that if she did, he might stop. And she wanted to know. So, she waited.
After a long pause, he finally continued, "But I am a Collins. Not just by name—but by blood. I am Lady Collins' grandson."
Melanie's eyes widened as she tried to speculate. Could it be like a dramatic plot that he was the son of Spencer's father's and his lover. But immediately she shook off the head. If there was it still did not explain Sir Robert's partiality against Adam.
