How is Tate?” He dropped into the chair across from her…

““How is Tate?” He dropped into the chair across from her with an irritated sound. “Well, he isn’t the man I used to know.” Her eyes held a soft sadness. “You don’t know why, Colby.” “Like to bet?” he asked with a wry grin. “He called Matt Holden everything except a man, and then he stared on his mother. He was livid that she’d kept the truth about his real father from him all those years, and that she hung up on him when he called to get the truth out of her. But he was even madder when he found out that she’d moved into Holden’s house and was living with him. He called her a name I won’t repeat.” “What happened?” Cecily prompted impatiently when he paused. “Senator Holden knocked him over the sofa. Leta got in the way and broke it up, but Tate left in a red rage, swearing that he’d never speak to either of them again.” It was no less than she’d expected, having known Tate for so many years. But she felt sorry for Leta and Matt. “Do you know where he went?” she asked. “He didn’t say. I wasn’t willing to risk asking him, either,” he added ruefully. “Tate and I have had our differences lately.” “What a mess.” “It’ll blow over,” he said. “People get mad, they get over it.” “Tate doesn’t.” “Well, he can work on joining the human race, can’t he?””

— Diana Palmer