My jaw hangs loose. Eric coughs, drawing my attention. He gives me his dumbass-we’re-still-on-air look. I grab a tissue from the box at the far end of my on-stage desk and pull my shit together. “And that’s all part of the excitement of live television. You never know what might happen.” I slap on a smile. “We’re going to go to commercial break and pay some bills while we get this mess cleaned up.” I pull up at the curb in front of Shayna and Ronnie’s place. There’s a light showing around the blinds in the entryway. Maybe that means she’s still awake. Something this important can’t wait. We have to get this shit straightened out right now. Whatever she thinks she’s got going with Dave, if it’s just sex, it can’t trump giving our baby a home with two parents. Surely she’ll see the logic in that. I ring the bell and wipe my suddenly clammy hands down the front of the jeans I changed into after the show. The bird squawks and whistles. Well, if they were asleep before, they aren’t now.
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