Page 45 of Sins of the Father

“How did he get in?”

“I don’t know. But he knew about the fight at your wedding. He said I didn’t get arrested because he pulled strings.”

“That’s not true. Chase knew the cop from an ambulance run he made with the team during training,” Jamison claims.

I shrug. “Not according to Maximillion.”

“You can’t work on his campaign,” Quinn states.

“You don’t think I know that?”

She puts her hands on my arms. “Steven, you can’t go on one of your pain paths.”

“My pain paths?”

“Yeah. Where you work yourself out to the breaking point, trying to rid yourself of him. You’re going to seriously injure yourself.”

“No, I won’t. I’m fine.”

“Stop saying you’re fine,” Quinn cries out.

“What happened?” Harper’s voice fills my ears, and I cringe inside and focus on the ceiling.

“Nothing,” I say.

At the same time, Quinn says, “Steven hurt himself. He worked out too hard because our sperm donor is harassing him.”

“Quinn,” I growl.

“What? If you’re going to be here all week looking after Hope, then Harper has a right to know why you’re limping around.”

God, this is so embarrassing.

“What part of your body did you hurt?” she asks.

“I’m fine,” I bark.

“His legs. He always hurts his quads. Except for that one time, you pulled your biceps.”

“Quinn, stop!”

Jamison steps between us. “Quinn, let’s give Steven a minute. Let’s go greet our guests.”

Quinn leaves, shaking her head at me.

“Thank you,” I mutter.

Jamison pats my back on the way out.

I put the tips of my fingers on my forehead and inhale a few breaths.

Harper’s scent drifts into my nose. I breathe a few more times before I open my eyes, calming a little.

She stands in front of me. Her green eyes are full of concern, and I hate myself just a little bit more.

“Good morning.” She gives me a tiny smile.

“Good morning.”

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