Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 31

“I only know first names. Even if I wanted to find the other men, it’d be like finding a needle in a haystack.”

The other women are talking in low voices. It looks like they’re about to come over to our table and confront me for making her cry.

“How about this? If I’m not the father, I’ll hire a private investigator to track those men down. You need child support from somebody.”

She’s no longer crying. “You’d do that?” The other women, who had already gotten to their feet, sit right back down now.

“I’ll pay for the best private investigator money can buy. It’s the least I can do.” Yeah, she’s mooched off of Jack for twelve years, but Marcia still needs to take care of her kid. “So dry those tears. You’re going to be okay.”

“You’re a good man, Link.”

“Don’t tell anybody,” I say, winking. “You’d ruin my reputation.”

The conversation is easy and light then. We talk about her yoga practice, Ryan’s epilepsy, and her hunt for a new home until my phone rings.

Results

Lincoln

I see the name on the front of my cell. It’s Dr. Mike.

I accept the call. “Hey.”

“We have the results. Could you come back in?”

“We’ll be right there.” I end the call. “They have the results.”

“It’s been two hours?” Marcia’s blinking like someone who’s seeing sunlight for the first time in days. “That was fast.”