Jake sat at the bar with Brad and Mike, nursing his second beer. Thursday night—their usual guys’ night out while Dorothy had the baby.
Except tonight Jake couldn’t stop thinking about Dorothy’s reaction to the DNA test.
“You’re quiet,” Brad said, signaling the bartender for another round. “Everything okay?”
Jake rotated his beer glass on the coaster. “Can I ask you guys something? And you have to promise not to make it weird.”
“Now it’s definitely going to be weird,” Mike said.
“I’m serious.”
“Okay, okay.” Brad held up his hands. “What’s up?”
Jake took a breath. “Do you think it’s possible that Kylee isn’t mine?”
The silence that followed was deafening.
“What?” Mike said finally. “Where is this coming from?”
“I don’t know. Maybe nowhere. Maybe I’m being crazy.” Jake ran his hand
