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No. I wasn’t. Because this wasn’t my kid. There was no way.
A sliver of doubt crept in because maybe she was right; condoms weren’t a hundred percent.
I pushed back from the table, my chair scraping against the floor. “We should talk somewhere else.”
Her shoulders relaxed slightly. “Okay. Thank you.”
Walking out of the bar, I turned to face the woman whose name I couldn’t remember, shoving my hands into my pockets.
“All right,” I sighed. “Let’s talk.”
She looked up at me. “I wasn’t trying to blindside you in there. I just … I didn’t know how else to get in touch with you, and then I saw the Rockies were in town.”
“You could’ve reached out through social media, or my agent.”
“I was scared you’d ignore me.”
I pressed my lips together. She wasn’t wrong. If I’d seen a random message claiming I was the father of some baby, I probably would’ve assumed it was fake and blocked her.
“I know this is a shock, but I’m not lying. I haven’t been with anyone else since thatnight.”
I frowned. “You’re sure?”
Her jaw tensed. “Yes, Crew. I’m sure. I’m very much pregnant, and you’re the father.”
I stared at her, my mind racing. My hands felt clammy, and a weird heat started crawling up my neck. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. But what if it was true?
I swallowed hard. “I’m gonna need proof.”
She blinked. “What?”
“A paternity test,” I said firmly. “If you’re so sure, then you won’t have a problem proving it.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You think I’m lying?”
“I think I can’t just take your word for it.”
“Fine. Give me your number and I’ll text you the info after I look up what needs to be done.”
“Given my busy schedule, how about you coordinate with my agent? He’ll be able to reach me.”
“Whatever,” she huffed and handed me her phone to input Lee’s number.
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask her what her name was but I didn’t want to come off as more of a dick since I barely remembered the hook up. I’d find out later.
When I returned to the bar, the guys were still at the table. Latham looked up first, his brows raised. “Well?”
I grabbed my beer and took a long sip before answering. “I told her I wanted a paternity test before I gave her a dime.”
“She might just be some cleat chaser after a payday,” Neal suggested.
The thought had crossed my mind. “If that’s the case, I’m not falling for that shit.”
“You okay?” Singleton asked.
I wasn’t. Not really. But I nodded anyway. “Yeah. I need to figure this out and get my head on straight.”
“You will,” he assured me.
