Heather started blushing as Cameron put his arms around her. "We're going to have a beautiful child, Heather."
Heather pushed him away. "Cameron, the baby might not be yours." She had decided not to mince words.
Cameron shot to his feet. "What do you mean? Other than Holloway, there has been no one else, has there?"
Heather bit her lip. Cameron looked angry.
"Actually there has been, Cameron. One of the servants. William."
"Did he rape you?" Cameron demanded.
"No, I seduced him. I didn't mean for it to happen, it's just..."
Her words trailed off as she saw Cameron's face tighten.
"You slut," he ground out.
Heather shrugged. She was how she was, and why was he angry? He'd gotten what he wanted from her.
"I told you I never fall in love, Cameron. You didn't believe me. You also said you knew of my escapades with the male sex. William, Holloway, Holden --"
"Holden! Your own brother!"
"And Daddy, and James, the butler."
Cameron looked astonished. It looked like Westbrook Hall was a house of incest and eroticism.
"Well, there is something I can gain. It won't be a total loss."