Chapter 20

“What’s it you do there?”

“I don’t want to talk about that.” Quinn drew in another lungful of smoke and exhaled it slowly. It hung in the air like a ghost before fading away. “Point is, I was here a while after you’d already gone. And me and Charlie were both pretty fucked up, I guess. We got drunk one night, and, well, it happened. Only once, but I guess once is all it takes, right? So now it turns out I’m a dad.”

“You’re not a dad,” Aaron said, his voice hardening at the word. “You’re a sperm donor. When did you get back into town?”

“Two days ago.” Quinn huffed out a breath. “This kid is nine, Aaron. He’s like his own little person, and I never even suspected he existed. I can’t even wrap my head around it.”

“There’s a bottle of whiskey in the kitchen,” Aaron said.

Quinn shrugged. “I don’t drink.”

Aaron let out a burst of laughter. “Since when?”

Quinn held his gaze. “Since I got out of rehab a couple of weeks ago.”