CHAPTER 4
VIKING
He was a father. Of a teenage girl. Overnight.
Viking tore his gaze off the girl as he walked over to the bar. If this wasn’t the time to break out Kristoff’s expensive vodka, then he didn’t know when was.
He grabbed a bottle and two glasses. After dropping her bomb, the girl hadn’t spoken another word. Still, she seemed to be taking this a lot better than he was. It was going to take him more than a minute to wrap his mind around this.
He took the chair across from her and opened the bottle. Just when he was about to fill her glass, a thought hit him.
“You twenty-one?” She sure didn’t look like it.
She scowled, a gesture that reminded him so much of Sy it hurt. His little brother had just become an uncle and didn’t even know it.
“No.”
She sounded caught. And he k
