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“How much have you had to drink?”

“Just one beer before dinner and a finger of scotch, which is nothing for my size. I’m good.”

“I’ve got to make a call.”

“Suit yourself.”

Except Sadie might be there…

But no. I have to call Rhonda and get this shit figured out. We had sex, but it’s been a while. Months. She didn’t say how pregnant she is, an important detail.

Hell, I should have done it as soon as I got the text. The first one. Then Sadie wouldn’t have seen it and my life wouldn’t be a clusterfuck right now.

I rise. “Maybe another time.”

Once I’m in the privacy of my bedroom, I make the dreaded call.

“Hello?”

“Rhonda?”

“Yeah. Hi, Miles.”

“I got your text.”

“And it took you this long to call back?”

“Yeah, it did. You kind of dropped a bomb on me.”

“I’ve been trying to get in touch with you about it.”

“I know, but we are long over and I never expected…this. Besides, I’m suddenly a rancher, and then…” I plunk down onto my bed. “It’s a long story.”

“I heard. The short story is I’m pregnant. What do we do about it?”

I sigh. I can’t do anything about it. The child is growing in her body, so it’s her choice, but I sure as hell can make sure it’s mine before I think about anything.

“How far along are you?”

“Four months.”

I run the numbers in my head.

I breathe out a sigh of relief.

Then I get angry.

Yeah, Rhonda and I hooked up, but there was snow on the ground. I remember that because I left my coat behind and it was fucking freezing. It rarely snow in New York after March. That means the baby’s not mine.

“You going to say anything?” she asks.

“Yeah, just a minute.” I walk to my desk and sit down in front of my computer. I type in “paternity test in early pregnancy.”

“Yes!” I say, louder than I mean to.

“Yes, what?”

“Sorry. We can do a non-invasive paternity test. A simple blood draw for you and a cheek swab for me.”

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