Griffin and his big dark eyes studied James like an old soul, frowning as if judging him unworthy. “He’s probably got a load coming, James. Not to worry,” she said to him. Looking at him across the tiny Formica tabletop, she saw he was a good man. She was sure there was something he wasn’t telling her. “You ever have kids?” she asked him. “Nope. Never been married.” “Really?” It genuinely surprised her. His eyes searched her face, landing on her lips. “Some day. Not right now.” “Work?” She knew if she asked him what she suspected, he’d lie again. “Something like that.” “Me too,” she admitted as she gave Griffin her forefinger and coaxed a smile from the baby’s round Dine face. “I have no right to ask you this, but who’s the father?” “A friend. Sperm donor.” “Ah,” he said and leaned away from her. His smile snagged her. “What? You have a problem with that?” “And what if I did? Does it really matter?” “Of course not.” “It’s just that some of us guys kinda feel a little useless.
