Instant Daddy. Carol Voss

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      “Jess.” Lisa held the curtain divider aside. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but a tall, good-looking guy in a suit insists on seeing you. And he’s not a patient man.”

      Chapter Three

      Feeling more in charge of things, Peter brushed rain off his shoulders, the succulent aroma of roasting meat and mouth-watering sweets in Jessie’s Main Street Diner reminding him he hadn’t eaten lunch. He ignored the din of diners eating at the busy counter and gave a curt nod to the tall, unfriendly looking guy emerging through the colorful curtain, cup of coffee in hand. A relative? A boyfriend? Was Jessie circling the wagons already?

      Well, gentle and vulnerable or not, let her try to stop him from seeing his son and he’d straighten her out in a hurry. He’d called his attorney, who had assured him that he did, indeed, have responsibilities and rights if he was the boy’s father, and his rights could even trump hers in a court of law if Peter decided to take it that far.

      Strange. He was too absorbed in his research to think he’d ever get married, let alone have a kid. Finding out he had one was shocking, amazing and overwhelming. But he had to admit, the idea was beginning to grow on him.

      Deep inside, he was convinced the boy was his. But that hadn’t stopped him from picking up DNA kits at the local drugstore. A few quick cheek swabs would prevent future questions…his or anybody else’s.

      Clutching the drugstore bag, he ducked into the back room. His glance took in stoves, refrigerators and a huge sink. A long counter held baking paraphernalia, and shelves stacked with boxes lined one wall.

      Jessie stood in the middle of the room, her blue eyes snapping with challenge, her slender body tense and skittish as a filly about to bolt.

      He had the unmistakable urge to gentle her. A pretty outrageous thought from a guy who’d never had time for a serious relationship.

      “Pedo.”

      Peter grinned, amazed the little fella remembered his name. His gaze swept to the boy standing at a low table in a fenced-off corner filled with toys. The toddler was dwarfed by a mural on the wall above him of a blue train with an impish smile. “How’s it going, Jacob?”

      The little guy pointed to himself. “Jake.”

      “Jake? Then Jake it is.”

      “Tomut.” The boy held up a small toy for Peter to admire.

      Peter took a step closer.

      Jessie shot between them, eyes flashing. “What do you want?” She stared at the bag in his hand.

      He raked his hand through his thick, short hair and decided to lay it on the line. “I need a cheek swab from each of you for DNA testing.”

      “DNA testing?”

      “You and Clarissa were identical twins, so you have the same DNA. A sample from you will strengthen the DNA test probabilities.”

      She shook her head. “I need to talk to my lawyer before I agree to that.”

      He frowned. “I think we both know a DNA test is just a formality. But it will clear up lingering doubts. I’d like to take samples back to Madison with me. Will you call your lawyer? I need to get on the road soon.”

      She chewed her pretty bottom lip.

      “I phoned my attorney,” he said. “He told me I have a legal right to my son.”

      She shot him a scowl. “Do you know anything about kids?”

      Absolutely nothing. But… “I’m a quick study.”

      “I’ll take that to mean you don’t know about kids or the practicalities of having a toddler in your life.”

      He rubbed his forehead, which had begun to throb. “Jessie…I’m still getting used to the fact that my son exists. Practicalities might take me a little while.”

      She narrowed her eyes. “Is sarcasm the best you can do, Dr. Sheridan?”

      “Sorry. I’ve been caught a little off guard here.”

      “And I haven’t?” She blew out an impatient breath.

      “Pedo.” Jake held up the toy again.

      Jessie turned to the little guy. “Mommy’s talking to Peter right now, sweetheart.”

      “No.” Jake shook his head. “Pedo. Tomut.”

      Giving Peter a warning look, she stepped aside.

      Peter strode over and squatted to peer at the blue engine Jake held in his chubby fist. “Nice train.” He pointed at the mural. “Just like the picture.”

      “Tomut.”

      Peter looked up to Jessie. “I think we need an interpreter.”

      She swallowed as if forcing down a bitter pill. “He’s saying Thomas—the name of his favorite engine.”

      “Thank you.” He tried to smile. No doubt coming face to face with Jake’s dad had to be a shock for her. Maybe as much of a shock as Peter finding out he had a son.

      Jake reached out and fingered the colorful tie hanging loosely around Peter’s neck. “Putty?”

      “Putty,” Peter agreed, whatever it meant.

      “He thinks your tie is pretty,” Jessie offered.

      “Oh…pretty.” Peter glanced over his shoulder at her. “Thank you.”

      “Nana? Weesa?”

      Peter squinted, unable to decipher who or what Nana and Weesa were.

      “Nana is his gramma and Lisa is the woman behind the counter out front,” Jessie explained. “He’s asking where they are.”

      Jake looked from Jessie back to Peter and broke into a big grin.

      Peter laughed, the sound unfamiliar to his ears. “You know we’re talking about you, don’t you?”

      Giggling, Jake whirled, toddled over to the low table and began pushing his engine around the track, chattering away in a dialect that had no resemblance to language as Peter knew it.

      It appeared the boy’s curiosity about Peter had been satisfied. Peter stood and turned to Jessie. “He’s an alert, intelligent little boy. Obviously, you’re doing an amazing job with him.”

      “Thank you.” She frowned as if unsure she could trust his sincerity. “I don’t want him to hear us.” She walked across the room.

      Peter followed her.

      She stopped and turned to him. “Clarissa said Jake’s father was unavailable and had no interest in being a father.”

      A little too close to the truth?

      “Are you married?” she asked.

      He almost laughed. When would he have time to get married? “Clarissa and I spent one night together. I’m too dedicated to my research to have time for relationships. Clarissa knew that. Maybe that’s what she meant.”

      “Too dedicated to be a father? That’s the way she felt about being a mother.” Jessie’s sad eyes told him she’d never understand her sister’s decision.

      “So she left the baby with you and your parents to raise and went back to New York as if he didn’t exist?”

      Jessie shook her head. “She never pretended he didn’t exist. You’re not being fair.”

      “I’m not being fair? Clarissa wasn’t fair to any of us.”

      “Not fair?” Jessie’s blue eyes narrowed. “She gave me the most precious gift she could have given me.”

      Peter opened his mouth to remind her Clarissa had no right to give the