Page 137 of Bagging the Blueliner
Natalie whispered to Hannah, “Did you know Benji had a kid?”
What were these people doing to me? My head turned so fast in the opposite direction I heard something pop.
Hannah shook her head in response. “No idea.”
Everyone was losing their damn minds!
I whisper-hissed at Natalie, “Are you insane? Benji doesn’t have a kid.”
Glaring at me, she tilted her head toward them, commanding, “Open your eyes. That boy’s a blond version of Benji.”
Squinting as they ventured closer, I took a better look at the boy in question. As much as I hated to admit it, the resemblance was there, including Benji’s unique storm-gray eyes.
Leaning over to Jaxon, I asked, “How do you know that kid again?”
Swallowing, he replied, “The clinic. The one you missed. Back in Michigan.”
Oh boy. “What the hell have you been up to this summer, Benji boy?” I whispered to myself.
The blonde woman seemed nervous, gripping Benji’s hand so tightly that her knuckles stood out on her hand, eyes cast downward.
Stopping before us and taking in our shocked faces, Benji smiled broadly. “What? Did you guys think you were the only ones with secrets around here?”
