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Phillip Anders suggested they discuss Victoria’s case over dinner on Tuesday evening He met her at seven at the Dingho Chinese Restaurant just north of the university It was a quaint place with intimate tables and soft lights, accented by jade carvings, porcelain vases and wall scrolls depicting squat Buddhas and towering pagodas.

As Phillip settled back in his wicker chair opposite Victoria, the delicate china on the linen tablecloth gave his brawny good looks a rough-hewn texture. He looked out of place, this tall, square-jawed man with hands too large for the tiny teacups.

Victoria smiled impulsively. “I’m surprised you picked this place, Mr. Anders. You look more like a steak-and-potatoes man to me.”

He grinned. “I am But I thought this atmosphere would suit you.”

“I’ll consider that a compliment,” she replied.

“It is.”

Their gaze held for a moment She felt a velvety warmth steal over her and she quickly dropped her gaze to her menu. Wait a second, she reminded herself. This is a business meeting. Not a date

“I suggest their Peking duck or steaks Manchurian,” said Phillip with a smile.

She looked at him in surprise. “You’ve been here before?”

“With clients a few times.”

“Then I’ll defer to your judgment.”

“Peking duck,” Phillip told the round-faced Oriental waiter. “With egg flower soup and sauteed snowpea pods.”

“It sounds like a culinary delight,” said Victoria.

Phillip leaned across the table confidentially “What I like best are all the little take-home cartons to warm up the next day. It beats my usual frozen dinner fare.”

“I know what you mean. I hate cooking just for myself.”

Phillip’s eyes crinkled with amusement. “I hate eating my own cooking No matter what I fix, it ends up tasting like overcooked cardboard.”

“Perhaps you should invest in a cookbook.”

“I have dozens around the house My wife, Pauline, was a gourmet cook. She collected recipes like some women accumulate jewelry There was nothing she couldn’t make.”

“She must have been a very remarkable woman “

Phillip’s burnt-sienna eyes took on a distant sheen. “She was the best.” He looked up and blinked as the waiter brought their soup.

“Very hot,” warned the man.

As Phillip picked up his china spoon, Victona bowed her head and silently offered a quick prayer of thanks for her food She looked up, embarrassed to see Phillip watching her.

“My wife and I used to do that,” he said. “She never let a meal pass without saying grace.”

“It’s still a bit new to me,” Victoria murmured self-consciously.

They ate in silence for several minutes Then Phillip cleared his throat and said, “You telephoned me about locating a child for you, Miss Carlin. Would you like to tell me about your son?”

She dabbed a corner of her lips with the linen napkin. “Please call me Victoria.”

“If you’ll call me Phillip.”

“Of course…Phillip.” She touched the back of her neck nervously Her face felt uncomfortably warm “I must tell you, Phillip, I’ve never talked about my son to anyone. It’s very difficult for me. Now that both my parents are gone, no one even knows I have a child…except you.”

“I can understand your reluctance to share something so personal “

“It’s just not the sort of thing I want people to know about.”

“But surely there’s not the stigma there once was. “

“Perhaps not But wrong is wrong I know it no matter what anyone says, no matter how people try to whitewash it.” She didn’t add that she could still hear her father’s voice in her head condemning her for her actions Lamentably, his voice was often louder than the voice of God in her heart.

Phillip’s expression softened “You sound like you’re still struggling with guilt feelings.”

Victoria sipped her tea before replying. “I know I’ve been forgiven I’m just not sure I’ve forgiven myself.”

He flashed a wry smile. “Self-forgiveness can be a hard-won battle Frankly, I haven’t quite managed it, either.” His words were throwaway. With a change in tone, he was quickly back to business, but he had stirred Victoria’s curiosity. I want to know more about this cryptic, contradictory man, she acknowledged silently But he obviously doesn’t want to talk about himself.

“How can I help you, Victoria?” he asked in his professional, take-charge voice.

She told him sketchily about her strict upbringing, her whirlwind romance with Rick Lancer and the child Rick still didn’t know about—the baby she had carried and loved but never held, the child who belonged to strangers now.

“Did you consider keeping your baby?” Phillip wondered.

“No,” Victoria replied without hesitation. Then she relented. “Of course I did. Every day of my pregnancy. It was all I could think about I wanted my son more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. But it was out of the question My life was already predetermined—my education, my career My parents had everything planned. There was no room for a mistake, especially not one resulting in an illegitimate child “

He eyed her curiously “Are you bitter about that?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I suppose on some level I am, but I remind myself that my parents had my best interests at heart.”

“Did they?”

“I like to believe they did. At the time I felt too overwhelmed to go against their wishes And my father was ill. He needed me. So I did the only thing I could do.”

“You gave away your child.”

“It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I regretted it the moment I signed the papers.”

“And now? Do you still regret it?”

“Now it’s too late. It doesn’t matter how I feel. What’s done is done I’ll never know what might have been.”

Phillip sat forward, his elbows resting on the table, his fingers interlocked. “Yet, now you want to find your child. After six years, you want to intrude yourself on his life.”

“Is that what you think I’m doing?”

“Isn’t it? Your son has his own life now—parents, a home, a future that has nothing to do with you. Are you prepared to interrupt all that and change the course of your son’s life?”

“That’s not what I want, Phillip I don’t intend to hurt my son. I just want to know how he is. I need to see him, just once.”

Phillip poured more tea. “Have you considered the consequences?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, the unpredictable events you may set in motion, the problems you could cause your son and his adoptive family?”

Victoria’s voice was tremulous. Was she hearing right? “Are you saying you won’t help me?”

“I’m saying I want you to think this through very carefully, Victoria. Do what’s right and best for your son.”

She stiffened, her defenses flaring. Was she wrong to think she had found a friend in this man? Obviously he had no intention of helping her. “Do you talk this way to all your clients, Phillip?” she asked coolly.

“You bet. And if I believe the child isn’t a client’s first concern, I don’t take the case.” He paused while the waiter served their Peking duck. They helped themselves to several slices of the crisp, golden meat. “You know, Victoria,” he continued between bites, “there are a lot of distraught people out there who want to use their children as pawns or weapons against their mates. I refuse any part in such cases.”

“My case isn’t like that at all!” she protested. This wasn’t going the way she intended. She never should have come. Maybe she should just get up and leave and forget she’d ever met Phillip Anders.

“I know your case isn’t the same,” Phillip assured her. “But I can’t help wondering whether your emotions aren’t clouding your judgment.”

“My emotions?” She stared incredulously at him. How ironic that he would accuse her of letting her emotions cloud her judgment when she had lived a life so devoid of emotion-based decisions.

“What I’m saying, Victoria, is that perhaps the best gift you could give your son is to stay out of his life.”

She was trembling now. “You don’t understand, Phillip. I’m not going to tell my son who I am, nor do I intend to alarm his parents. I just want to see my child from a distance I want to know he’s well and safe.”

Phillip nodded soberly; he still wasn’t ready to concede his argument “I must warn you, Victoria. You may have to go through an awful lot of trouble for that one distant glimpse.”

She lowered her gaze. “There’s more, Phillip,” she said quietly. Talking about something as private and personal as her faith wasn’t easy, but it had to be done. “Three years ago I made a commitment. I don’t know quite how to explain it to you, but I put my faith in Christ.” Her eyes met his. “Since then, I’ve felt a deep burden for my son, for his eternal destiny. I’m not trying to sound like some religious zealot, but what if no one ever tells him how to find God?”

Phillip studied her for a long moment. He seemed to be weighing his response. Finally he said, “I made that same commitment some years ago, Victoria, before I was married. Pauline was a Christian, too, although I must admit my own faith is rather rusty these days.”

“Then, being a believer, you must understand my concern for my son”

“I understand, but I don’t necessarily agree. Can’t you trust your son to God’s care and get on with your own life?”

“You don’t think I have a right to find out about his spiritual upbringing?”

Phillip heaved a disgruntled sigh, as if he knew what he was about to say would get him into hot water. “Okay, Victoria, let me put it on the line. I think you’ve got other motivations going on inside that you’re not even aware of, but it feels safe to put it all under a spiritual umbrella.”

She bristled. “Are you suggesting I’m not being honest with you about my motives for finding my child?”

“Maybe you’re not being honest with yourself,” said Phillip.

She reached for her purse. “If you won’t help me, Mr. Anders, I’m sure there are other detectives who will.”

“Wait, Victoria” He reached across the table and seized her hand. His touch sent a warm ripple of pleasure through her, touching off pinwheels of emotion she hadn’t experienced since she was in Rick Lancer’s arms. For a long moment neither of them spoke. It was as if they had connected on a new, unexplored level that neither had anticipated, and neither of them knew where to go with it from here. At last he released her and her heart rate slowly returned to normal.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help,” he told her solemnly. He looked as shaken as she felt.

“But you said…”

He averted his gaze and picked absently at his Peking duck, as if he weren’t ready yet to say more. After a moment he looked up at her, his eyes crinkling wryly. “What I’m trying to say, Victoria, is that I never take a case I can talk a client out of. The road ahead is too tough for the weak-willed or faint of heart.”

“Are you saying.you will take my case?”

“I’m saying you’ll have to search your motives as we go along and make sure your head is on straight, okay? Do a whole lot of soul-searching. And then, if you’re willing to put yourself in my hands and trust my judgment—”

“Oh, I will. I do!”

“Even then,” he cautioned, “I can’t guarantee a happy ending.”

“I don’t ask for any guarantees, Phillip,” she assured him. “Just help me find my son, and I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Then I guess we’ve got ourselves a deal. I’m your man.” He shook her hand vigorously and once again their eyes locked with a riveting intensity. Goose bumps prickled her skin. She was excited, of course, about finding the son she had never known, but if she would admit it, she also felt a heady exhilaration at the prospect of spending time in the company of this remarkable man, Phillip Anders.