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"What’s up?” he asks, his brow furroith concern I know that I have to come clean

And so, I do

"Daddy, I’nant"

Shock courses over his face, but a moment later, a smile cracks it wide open A smile? He’s happy?

"That’s wonderful news," he tellsto be thefather–"

I screwthe father of this child No Not a chance in hell My father tips his head to the side at me

"What is it?”

"Todd’s not the father," I confess And I watch as a dawning realization spreads over his face – and ine what is to come next

11

Shotgun

I push the engine as hard as it’ll go as I cover the last few miles to Denver I’m so close to her, I can almost taste it I need to see her And I know that she needs me

She called ht self – instead, I heard her tearful voice, and was sure so had happened to her father

I’ve put the pieces together over the last feeeks Her dad has real strong opinions on guys like me, ones who ride with a motorcycle club And she doesn’t want to upset hiet it I do But her voice cracking on the phone changed my mind I need her in my arms Now And forever

"Spring, what is it?” I asked her I hated hearing her like that It wasn’t right Not right that I wasn’t there with her

"I I’et back It should be in the next few days," she explained "I’m sorry to have to do it like this, but we can talk about it then"

"It’s serious?” I asked her

"It’s serious," she murmured "I’ll speak to you soon, okay?”