Page 111 of Living on the Edge

“Uh huh.” She sighs.

Before I can say anything else, there’s a knock on the door.

“We still have thirty minutes,” I mutter.

“Did they clean the room?” she asks.

I nod. “Yeah. Hang on.” I gently set her on her feet and walk to the door. “Who is it?” I call out.

“Delivery for Angus Jeffries from Hart Records.”

Oh shit.

Sasha must have overnighted me the results of the paternity test.

I quickly stuff my dick back in my pants and zip them up as Ryleigh runs into the bathroom. As soon as she closes the door I open this one and dig out my wallet, handing the guy a five-dollar bill.

“Thank you,” I say. I close the door and then walk over to the bed.

“What is it?” she asks, coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. “Is it the results?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“Oh, babe.” She immediately sits next to me. “Are you ready?”

“I don’t know,” I admit. “I’ve been dying to know for sure but now that it’s here…”

“You’re about to find out whether or not a huge part of your life has been a lie,” she says gently. “It’s understandable to be nervous.”

“If Uncle Alex is my father, I’m going to fly out to go see him,” I say, holding the envelope in my hand. “I don’t want to have that conversation on the phone.”

“That makes sense.”

“Would you be upset if I went by myself?”

“Of course not.”

“I don’t want to confront my mother at first, I just want to talk to Alex. Get the story from him because I know she’ll lie or try to twist things.”

“Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”

“Thanks.” I take a breath and then rip open the envelope. Slowly, I take out the attached papers.

For a minute, it’s hard to understand what I’m reading, but it’s there at the bottom.

99.98% DNA match.

Uncle Alex is my father.

Holy fucking shit.

“Babe?” Ryleigh is watching my face.

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

She wraps her arms around me from the side, resting her head on my bicep. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

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