Chapter 229

Ice cream accomplished—and mostly kept off the dress by dint of unfolding a lot of napkins over the front of her neck—they headed back to Dockside.

Scooter handed off a pint of coffee crunch to Kat, who took it, looked at it, and sighed. “There is for you a certified letter on your desk,” she said. She opened the container, grabbed a spoon, and offered it back to Scooter. “It is from the medical lab.” 16

One of these days, Scooter was actually going to think about things before he had to deal with them. A little emotional pre-planning, say. Today…today was not that day.

He fell into his new desk chair heavily. “They will have sent a copy to him, too,” Scooter muttered, trying to convince himself that opening it was the rational and mature thing to do, but fuck, he didn’t want to. He did not want to see his niece’s paternity written out on the sheet. Did he even believe there was a chance that Billie wasn’t Johannson’s kid?