Don Juan took a long breath. Dean's opinion was a common one, he supposed, because his family had all had the same type of reaction on hearing the news. If he'd been secretly raising a daughter for a decade then maybe this sort of thought would have been warranted, but what was supposed to be shocking about this discovery, really? That he'd slept with a woman when he was nineteen? No one was surprised by that.

"Don't see why it ought to be," he said with another shrug, verging on defensive. "I was nominally involved in her conception. I met her once. I'll show up in court when the solicitor says to. Otherwise it's not much to do with me." He shifted his gaze away and tilted his whiskey glass as though he were more interested in that than the conversation. "Mum wants to take her in, Ana's brother doesn't want to let her go. It's between them, really."

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