A Daddy for Jacoby. Christyne Butler
up, and most were watching them.
Damn, he should’ve thought of that. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.”
He marched to the other side of the bar and slid into the end booth. He watched Zoe eagerly follow, not even looking back to make sure the boy was with her. She plopped down next to Justin, moving in much too close.
“How about burgers and fries for you two?” Gina asked as she helped the little boy get settled into the opposite seat.
“And sodas,” Zoe added.
“Maybe milk for your son?”
Justin picked up on the edge in Gina’s voice as she stared at him. What? She expected him to make that call?
Zoe waved away the question, her attention on Justin as she rested her hand on his arm. “Oh, he drinks soda all the time.”
“Except at school. I have chocolate milk there.”
Justin shook off Zoe’s touch as the boy spoke for the first time, even though it seemed like he was talking to his bear instead of to one of the adults.
“Chocolate milk is my favorite. I’ll be right back.” Gina’s smile for the boy was sweet, but it disappeared as she shot Justin a hard look before walking away.
“Is she your girlfriend?” Zoe asked.
“What? No, she’s…a coworker.” Justin smoothed out the birth certificate and folded it in half. “I work here at The Blue Creek. How did you know where to find me?”
“I figured this was the best place to start. You talked about this bar that weekend we spent together. Besides, who can forget a town called Destiny?”
The pieces were starting to fall back into place. He and his buddies had gone on a road trip. They’d ended up at a house party and a couple of guys had been in the kitchen giving a girl a hard time. He’d stepped in and she’d stuck by his side the rest of the night.
And the rest of the weekend.
“You told me your name was Susie,” he said, more details surfacing in his foggy brain.
“Yeah, I lied.” She shrugged. “It was just for fun.”
“How do I know you’re not lying now? Just because you put my name on that piece of paper—”
Gina appeared with two plates of food and the drinks, cutting off his words. She must’ve taken someone else’s order to get back so fast. After everything was on the table, she turned to the boy. “Would you like to wash your hands before you eat?”
Justin thought the kid needed to be scrubbed from head to toe, but he kept quiet. Zoe dug into the food, ignoring everything else.
“Okay,” the boy said.
Gina held out her hand and he went with her. “I’ll take him to the kitchen.”
His mother didn’t reply, so Justin nodded. Waiting until they were out of earshot, he grabbed for the soda the same moment Zoe did.
“Hey!”
“You let your son go off with a total stranger?”
Zoe looked at him. “Like she’s going to run off with the kid? She looks like she’s barely out of college.”
If he remembered correctly, Zoe was a few years older than Gina. Unless that had been a lie, too. “You told me you were nineteen back then. Was that the truth?”
She tucked the birth certificate into the pocket of his T-shirt. “Yes. Now, can I have my drink?”
He handed over the soda. “You still haven’t told me why you never got a hold of me.”
“I thought about it when I found out I was pregnant, but then I heard about your arrest. Like I said, there was nothing you could do from where you were heading and heck, we were just a one-night—one-weekend stand.” She paused to take a long swallow from the cup. “I figured I could handle things myself.”
“So, why look me up now?”
“I read you got out of prison early for good behavior. Hey, I’m not going to lie, the last seven years have been hard. I’m not too proud to come and ask for help.”
He didn’t know what to say. Was the kid his? Without a DNA test, he couldn’t be sure, no matter how the dates matched up.
Gina returned with the boy, who started in on his food with an enthusiasm that left Justin wondering when was the last time they’d eaten a meal.
“You make sure you eat all that,” she directed her comments to her son. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. You be good and don’t give your dad any trouble, you hear?”
The ketchup bottle in the boy’s hand stilled at he looked at his mom with dark eyes. They shifted to lock on to Justin before the child nodded solemnly.
Justin sat mute, having no idea how to respond to her words. He watched her slip out of the booth and head for the front foyer where the restrooms were located. When she disappeared through the swinging doors, he turned his attention back to the boy, noticing they had the same dark hair and eyes.
Jacoby Ellis. His son?
If it was true, shouldn’t he feel something? A pull? A spark? That unexplained connection between parent and child?
He doubted his father ever had felt that toward him, his brother or sister. Joseph Dillon hadn’t had a paternal bone in his body. Justin had only been five when their mother died, but there was never any doubt that she’d loved all her children with a fierce devotion. He was still able to recall the warmth of her touch. And the sound of her tears.
He shook off the memory and noticed the fries were going into the boy’s mouth faster than he could chew. “Hey, take it easy. No one’s going to take away your plate until you’re finished, okay?”
Those dark eyes looked at him again. The boy didn’t speak, but he did slow down. Justin watched him eat for a few minutes, then his own stomach rumbled and he found himself wishing Gina had brought him a burger, too.
Like magic, a plate with a Blue Creek Super Burger appeared in front of him.
Gina stood at the table, her arms crossed. “I figured watching them eat was making you hungry. Besides, something tells me you’re going to need to keep up your strength.”
Justin scowled at her, but grabbed the burger anyway.
“Does that taste good?” She turned her attention to the kid and he nodded, too busy sucking chocolate milk through a straw to reply.
“Where’s your friend?” Her voice was low as she directed the question back at Justin.
He forced down a mouthful of food. “Ladies’ room. Can you believe this? Damn, what a freaking mess—”
“Justin!” Gina cut him off, dropping her hands to the table. She leaned forward, cutting off his view of the boy. Not that he was looking at the kid with Gina’s curves practically laid out in front of him.
Geez, now was not the time for his mind to take that detour. “What?”
“Watch your language.”
Her words came out in a whisper so low that he had to read her lips to get what she was saying. “What did I say?”
She straightened and took a step back, again with the crossed arms. A toss of her head sent her curls—including that darn pink one—flying over her shoulder.
“It’s what you were going to say. You’ve got little ears here,” she whispered. “You need to be careful.”
Justin sighed. She was right. Something told him it was a position Gina Steele, egghead extraordinaire, was probably very used to.
“Okay, I get it. Can you do me a favor and check on Zoe?” he asked.