Daddy On Call. Judy Duarte

      She had a point. And he wasn’t sure that he was daddy material now. But that didn’t mean he wanted to leave a kid of his to fend for himself, without any paternal influence or guidance. And like it or not, he had fathered a child. A son who’d spent the first eleven years of his life with a single mother.

      “Besides,” she added, “you didn’t want to be a father.”

      He didn’t. But hell, that was before knowing he actually had a son.

      What kind of loser did she think he was? One who was every bit as irresponsible as his own old man?

      A myriad of emotions buzzed around in his head—surprise and anger, to name a couple.

      “All right, I’ll admit this is a bit mind-boggling. And I’m going to need some time to think about the logistics of it all.” He’d have to make some adjustments in his life if Danny was going to become a part of it. And whether Leilani—or her aunt—liked it or not, he was going to be a father to the boy.

      At least as much as he was able.

      “I could use some time to get used to all of this, too,” she said. “And to figure out what I’m going to tell Danny.”

      “What’s so hard about telling him he has a father who is willing to support him and be there for him?”

      She bit her lip and glanced down at the table, finding her hand and fingering the heirloom ring. Then she glanced up, her expression solemn.

      “Because Danny thinks you’re dead.”