She peels her hand off mine, leaving behind only the imprint of her nails.“Okay,” she croaks, running her fingertips through her hair. “Okay. Oookay.This isn’t ideal, obviously, but…” She turns to me, her eyes brightening.“—this does mean there is going to be a baby.”
I shake my head. “Unfortunately, it’s a lot more complicated than that.”
“Are you going to tell me what that means or am I supposed to just startguessing?”
I bend over to snag the bottle from the bar and pour myself another glass ofvodka. Everything else is going to s**t, so I might as well get drunk, right?
“My sample wasn’t inseminated into just any surrogate; it was inseminatedinto a woman who was using the clinic to have a baby of her own.”
Bee’s eyebrows flatten. “f*****g hell.”
Cold laug
