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“Nate texted when he left the store. It’s just ten minutes away. Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, juice, something stronger?”
“Coffee would be great,” I say.
“No problem. Here,” she says, handing me her baby.
“Uh…” I cradle the baby. My eyes fly up to meet Connall’s, and he’s looking at me weirdly.
“You’re not a serial killer, are you?”
“No, of course not.”
“I didn’t think so. I’m an excellent judge of character. She’ll be fine until I get back.”
“Okay. What’s her name?” I ask, still in shock. I’ve never once held a baby before. I babysit when I was younger, but they were always older kids.
“Sunny. Miles and Tyler are on the floor.” She leaves the room.
“That was weird.”
“Maybe not. She’s probably been stuck inside with them all day,” I whisper.
“Probably.”
“Hello, Miss Sunny. I’m February,” I babble. She’s too young to understand me, but I do it anyway. The boys notice Connall and get up and go over to him showing him their toys. It’s fucking adorable.
“I’m home,” a man’s voice calls from by the front door. “What the hell is going on here?”
“Nathan Harper?” I ask, standing.
“Yeah, who’s asking?”
“I’m February Graham.”
“Okay. Why are you holding my baby?”
“Be nice, Nate. She just needs to ask you a question,” Nessa says, bringing in a tray with coffee on it. She sets it down on the coffee table. Huh, why is it this the first time that it’s dawned on me that’s why it's called that? “Give me those bags and sit down.” He stomps the snow off of his boots and does what she asks. I hand him Sunny.
“There’s no easy way to ask this, so I’m just going to come right out with it. Did you donate… sperm,” I whisper, “in the late nineties.”
“What? No.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. I think I’d remember if I’d jerked off in a cup before.”
“Okay. Sorry. I’m trying to find my father and I have very little to go on.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help, but you folks should get where you’re going for the night. The snow is coming down hard out that.”
“We’re staying at the bed and breakfast off of Main Street.”
“That’s not far.”
“Thank you so much for the coffee,” Connall says, shaking Nathan’s hand. “It was nice to meet you.”
“You too. Be safe out there.”
“We will,” he says, taking my hand and leading me out of their warm house and back into the car. Foster drives us over to the bed and breakfast.
