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“Well, spit it out, boy.” Mama is not known for her patience.

“I’m not sure it works right,” I admit sheepishly.

“Come again?” Mama’s tone changes as she swats at my dad to get him away.

The old hound dog was probably getting handsy. Gross.

“I’ve never gotten a woman pregnant before.” She rolls her eyes at me, and my father’s light up.

Fuck.

“You been trying to repopulate the world, boy?” His grin is so big I can see his damn tonsils.

“No sir,” I answer through my teeth.

“So why would you think your pecker is broken.” For Christ’s sake.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and regret making this call to my marrow.

“Speak up, boy! Can you not get it up? There’s medicine for that. Hell, I just took one an hour ago and…” Nope, fuck this.

“Never mind! Mama, I love you, but why him?” She chuckles at my face and shakes her head.

“No one else would have him. He was like the poor runt at the pound that needed a home.” She kisses my dad’s cheek, and I gag.

“I’m going to go. I think my questions are best suited to professionals.” Dad stops looking at Mama like she hung the moon and slaps his chest.

“Boy, I fathered ten children. I’m an expert.” I roll my eyes at him.

“Tell him, Bunny, if you hadn’t had my cut my tubes, you’d be pregnant now.” I drop my phone because I see movement happening that will scar me for life.

“Bye, mama, love you.” I press the end button and fall back on my bed.

Well that was a great big waste of time. I still have no idea if offering my sperm to Lacey was a good idea or not. All I know is that if she’s bearing any child, it damn well will be mine.

Even if it takes a doctor putting it in her.

CHAPTER FIVE

GLITCH

Makayla wasn’t home when I crawled into bed at two in the morning. I found no note, which means she’s really upset. I was just too tired to give a damn, though. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep, and when my alarm rang five hours later, it felt like I had just closed my eyes.

Still, no Makayla.

It’s Sunday morning, and I drag my ass through the shower to get ready to meet the girls for our standard brunch date.

I shoot off a text once I’ve had a cup of coffee that will hopefully get me out of the dog house.

I’m sorry. Make the appointment.

The number you are trying to reach is unavailable.

“Fuck,” I whisper as I drop my phone to the bed.

She blocked me?

I don’t have time to worry about her childish temper tantrum, right now. I’m running late, and there will be hell to pay if Shock doesn’t get her mimosa on time.

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