Page 44 of Sins of the Father

“Not yet, why?”

“Nothing to worry about.” I force a smile. “Besides my fight, did your wedding turn out to be everything you wanted it to be?”

“Your fight added some excitement, that’s all. But yes, it was.”

“Good. I’m happy for you.”

She tilts her head.

“What?” I ask.

“Why did you overexert yourself in your workout?”

“Who said I did that?”

She crosses her arms. “I’m not stupid, Steven. What’s going on.”

“Nothing. Everything—”

“Stop telling me everything is fine. You always do this when something happens with him. Did he call, or did you see him?”

I don’t answer.

“That’s why you want to talk to Mom, isn’t it?”

More silence.

“What’s he want?”

“Quinn, go enjoy your party. This is your special weekend. Don’t worry about this.”

“Worry about what?” Jamison asks.

I spin. “Nothing.”

“He’s harassing Steven.”

“No one is harassing me,” I lie.

“Who?”

“The sperm donor.”

Jamison steps into the kitchen. “What’s he doing?”

“No one is doing anything. Let’s go enjoy your party.”

“No, you’re hurt. You only do this when he reaches out. Tell me what he’s done,” Quinn insists.

I cover my face with my hands and groan. “Quinn.”

“Tell me.”

“He called my office yesterday and told me I was going to run his campaign finances.”

The blood drains from her face. “What?”

“Yep. And last night, when I got home, he was in my living room.”

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