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“I said, you’re not the dad.”

It isn’t me. I’m fucking free of her.

On instinct, I jump out of the booth and grab Jon by the waist, lifting him off the floor. With a one-inch height difference and a ten-pound weight advantage, I’ve always had the physical edge. “Yeah, yeah, alright, man. I’m stoked for you and all, but can you just, you know, stop cuddling me in public?”

My phone pings again right as I set him back down.

Number one GK

Any news?

Really? Has everyone been messing with my contacts?

It’s Jensen Jones, our crazy Canadian goalkeeper. He’s the finest in the league, and we’re blessed to have him playing for the Scorpions. He’s also incredibly humble…

Me

I’m sorry who is this?

Might as well fuck with him.

There can be no doubt as to who the best keeper is. Have you heard? Come on, I’m a mess.

Yeah, and it’s not fucking mine. Found out two minutes ago.

Halle-fucking-lujah.

This calls for drinks and celebrations.

I look up at Jon. “Jensen wants to head out tonight to celebrate.”

He drains the last of his coffee. “You know how I feel about going out, but hell yeah. One last blowout before you head home.”

You’re on.

Nights out arrangedby Jensen should come with a hazard label.

My head is pounding.

I’m still in last night’s shirt, but thankfully, I managed to remove my shoes and pants. My memory is hazy, but the last thing I recall was Jensen relaxing on a loveseat with two leggy blondes sprawled across him while Jon sat opposite, shooting daggers at any girl who looked his way. I wasn’t far behind him—don’t touch me; don’t even look at me.

My flight home leaves midday. My bags have been packed for days, so all I need to focus on is getting my stomach to stop retching, and eyesight would be good.

I grab my phone from the nightstand and inwardly groan, the home screen is loaded with messages from Amie.

Amie

I haven’t heard from you since the results were confirmed.

I know you aren’t the dad.

I swear, I thought you were.

Hello?

Zach, why are you ignoring me?

Let me guess, you’re out getting drunk and laid.