My Song for You: A Pushing Limits Novel (10 page)

Fortunately, that afternoon during band practice Mason didn’t give me a hard time about the similarities between Logan and me. I might have exploded if he had. We threw ourselves into what we had to do for the next few weeks. Yes, Callie had lied to me—making her no better than her sister, if my suspicions were correct. But I couldn’t let her betrayal and the news about Alexis sidetrack me from what was important to me and the band.

Hailey wasn’t here this time, but Logan kept himself busy. When he wasn’t watching us, he sat on the couch and played a game on my iPhone.

I tapped him on the shoulder and signed, “Time to go home.”

Back at his apartment, I opened the door and the delicious smell of dinner greeted us. Callie entered the hallway and smiled at her nephew. Her yoga pants and plain green T-shirt skimmed her curves, reminding me how amazing she had felt in my hands last night.

I kicked that thought hard in the ass.

She hugged him tight. “Did you have fun with Jared?”

“Yes. I meet the puppy.” He wiggled out of her arms.

“Puppy? Which puppy?”

“His friend’s puppy. You come too?” His face was so hopeful, I smiled despite everything.

For the first time since I’d entered the apartment, Callie looked at me, her lush lower lip caught between her teeth. She quickly turned away, but not before I caught the hurt glistening in her eyes—because I’d inadvertently brought up the past by asking about Alexis.

“When?” Callie asked.

“Next Friday,” I said in a surprisingly calm voice. “Hailey’s working that day, so it’d be after she finishes work. I figured we could swing by and pick you up from the diner on the way.”

For a second it looked like she was going to say no, but I wasn’t the only person who hadn’t built up an immunity to Logan’s expression. Christ knew I had trouble saying no to it.

“All right,” she said to Logan. Then to me she said, “Are…are you staying for dinner?”

“No. I already have plans.”

She nodded as if everything was fine. As if we hadn’t kissed last night. As if she hadn’t been lying to me all this time. “Well, I guess we’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks again.” She glanced at her nephew. “Logan, say thank you to Jared for looking after you today.”

“Thank you.” He threw his arms around my legs and hugged me.

Fuck, what was I going to do if he really was my son?

Cameron was waiting for me in the lounge when I arrived, with two beers on the table in front of him. The place wasn’t busy yet, but the L.A. Kings were playing on TV tonight (according to Kirk), so I wouldn’t have been surprised if the place filled up soon.

I sat across from Cameron, relieved the nearby tables were empty. This was one conversation I didn’t need anyone accidentally overhearing.

He slid a beer toward me. “Here, you sounded like you might need this.”

“You might just be right. It depends on what you have to tell me.”

“So, what’s up?”

That was what I had always appreciated about my old classmate—he was straightforward and always to the point.

“You practice family law, right?”

“That’s right.”

I gulped back some beer and sat back in my chair. The irony of the seat being red wasn’t lost on me. It was Callie’s favorite color. The color could also mean so many things. Sex. Danger. Anger. Power. Love. I would’ve been more than happy to take the first and the last one, but those options weren’t available to me right now. And if my suspicions were correct, they wouldn’t be after this conversation either. At least not with Callie.

“I might have a situation, and I’m not sure what to do about it.” I told him about Alexis, about Logan and Callie, and about the birth certificate. The entire time I spoke, he just listened, his calm demeanor not hinting at what he thought about it all.

“Have you asked Callie if she knows who the father is?” he asked once I was finished.

“I’ve tried, but she avoids giving me a straight answer.”

“Is there a chance Logan belongs to someone else?”

“There’s a good possibility. It was a one-time thing. Anyone could be his father.” But not everyone would result in a child who resembled me at the same age. I handed Cameron the photo and pointed out the similarities between Logan and me.

“If you asked Callie, do you think she would tell you?”

I thought about it for a moment. “I don’t think so. I have a feeling she’ll deny it. Is there a way I can find out the truth without involving her? That way, if I’m not the father, she can continue lying about being his mother and it has nothing to do with me.”

“And what if it turns out you are the father? Are you ready for that kind of responsibility, Jared? From what you’ve described, Callie is perfectly happy caring for Logan without any assistance from you. Why not walk away and let her be?” He wasn’t suggesting I do exactly that. His tone implied that I should consider all possibilities before making a move I might later regret.

“If Logan is mine, then he’s my responsibility. I owe it to him.”

“Are you dating Callie?”

I shook my head. “We’re just friends.” But could we still be friends if my suspicions were right and Logan was my son? All she had done since we’d met at the store was lie to me when it came to him. Just like Alexis had done when she said she had aborted our child.

“Your responsibility to the boy would be purely financial, then?”

“Well, no. I want to be there for him as a father too.” Like my father was always there for me.

“So you’re looking at shared custody with the mother?”

“I’m looking at custody, yes. But I don’t know if Callie is his adoptive mother.” All I’d found were documents stating that she was Logan’s legal guardian.

Cameron nodded slowly. “This could get interesting. But first things first. We need to determine if you are indeed the biological father.”

“How do we do that?”

“You and the boy would go to a third-party DNA collection site. I can arrange an appointment for you if you want.”

“Will it hurt Logan?” That was the last thing I wanted to do to him. None of this was his fault.

“No. The technician wipes a swab on the inside of your mouth. It’s easy to do and painless.”

The weight of two tour buses fell from my shoulders at his words, and I nodded. “Does it matter that his biological mother is dead?”

“No. They will only compare your DNA to Logan’s. The results through the lab I deal with are ninety-nine-point-nine percent accurate. If the test comes back showing that you are his father, we can use the result in court if it comes to that.”

A small part of me asked what the hell was I thinking. Cameron was right. If Callie was keeping the truth from me, then why was I so eager to make my life more complicated than it needed to be? But a large part of me couldn’t walk away, just as I hadn’t been able to walk away when Alexis first told me she was pregnant.

“How long before we know the result?” I asked.

“Generally three to five days.”

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. My decision was still the same. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

When we were kids and still believed in Santa, time enjoyed tormenting us. The closer you got to Christmas, the slower each second ticked by—or so it seemed. By the morning of Christmas Eve, it felt like the twenty-four hour clock had added another forty-eight hours and Christmas morning would never come.

The same could be said when it came to waiting for news that could change your life. Tony said something, but I had no idea what. I’d been like this for the past four days, ever since Logan and I had gone to the lab for DNA testing on Monday. I’d been so distracted while practicing with the band, Mason had all but told me to pull up my big-girl panties and get with the program.

Or maybe he
had
said that. I couldn’t remember.

All I was capable of was staring at Logan on the playground slide, mentally freaking out at what the test result would mean. So far I had no idea what I would do if it came back positive—or how I would feel.

I was just relieved that Logan hadn’t mentioned the trip to the lab or the test to Callie. Guilt stomped through me at how not only had I kept the truth about it a secret from her, I had bribed Logan to keep quiet about it. I’d told him that he and I were just checking that we didn’t have what Sharon had, then took him out for ice cream afterward. That way if he did tell Callie, she would’ve had no idea what we had really been up to.

My phone rang in my back pocket. As I pulled it out, my fingers were shaky, as they’d been each time it had rung in the past four days.

I checked the number and my heart slammed hard against my ribs, possibly fracturing a few of them. Cameron. I accepted the call. “Do you have the result?”

“I do.”

“Hold on a second,” I told him. To Tony I said, “I have to take this call. Can you watch Logan for me?”

“Sure.”

I strode away from the playground equipment, far enough to talk to Cameron in private, but close enough so I could still see Logan on the kiddy climbing wall. “Okay, give it to me.”

“He’s your son.”

At those three simple words, it was as if the air in my lungs had been squeezed out and not a single molecule of oxygen remained. It felt like a lifetime before I was capable of taking another breath. “So what now?”

“It’s up to you, but I suggest you talk to Callie first before you proceed. For starters, you need to find out the legal relationship between Callie and Logan. The answer will affect how we proceed next. But I ask you one more time, as your legal counsel and friend: Are you sure you want to proceed with this?”

Logan giggled from the platform and waved at me, a wide grin on his face. My heart, which was still slamming hard against my ribs, swelled for a second. “I’m positive.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for your call.” We spoke for another minute or two before ending the conversation. I inhaled deeply and walked over to…my son. Shit. What the hell did I know about being a parent? I was just getting the hang of being an uncle to a toddler. A father to a four-year-old who happened to be deaf was completely different.

And how was I supposed to tell Logan that I was his father? I couldn’t just blurt that out on the playground:
Hey, guess what? I’m the asshole dad who hasn’t been around in your life.
I needed to talk to Callie first, and then I could tell him the truth. Somehow.

Logan rushed over. “Can we eat lunch with Mommy? Want fries and milkshake.”

My insides tightened at his request. Ever since the incident with the kiss and then the damning birth certificate, I’d avoided Callie as much as possible. When I arrived at her apartment so she could go to work, she hadn’t had time to talk to me before she had to rush out. And those few moments we did have had been filled with tension. I could only guess that she was still upset about the kiss.

Well, the kiss was now the least of her problems.

“Sure,” I told Logan. “Why not?”

We said goodbye to Ben and Tony and drove to the diner. Alice took us to the same booth as before. Callie showed up a couple of minutes later with the chocolate milkshakes.

She gave me a hesitant smile. Even with the lies and betrayal circulating between us, the smile gave me a weird sense of hope. Added to that was the desire to taste her mouth again—only this time I craved more than a brief kiss.

I seriously needed to have
IDIOT RESIDES HERE
tattooed on my forehead.

Like last time, Callie returned with our food and sat next to Logan. “How was preschool?” my deceptive ex-friend asked.

“It was good.” Logan popped the milkshake straw in his mouth and sucked down a good portion of his drink.

“Mrs. Rogers called this morning. She’s feeling better and will look after you again starting tomorrow.” She paused. “I thought maybe we could cook dinner for Jared tonight, to thank him for everything he’s done for us.”

My milkshake went down the wrong way and I started coughing.
Sure—I donate the sperm, and you make me dinner to say thanks.

“Are you okay?” she asked with more concern than she had the right to feel.

“I’m fine. Dinner sounds great.” And because I felt like being an asshole, I asked, “So what exactly happened to Alexis and your parents? How did they die?” For a second, regret kicked me hard in the chest, both for being an asshole by asking Callie the question while she was at work and because her parents and sister weren’t just statistics. They were people I knew and cared about in one way or another.

Callie pressed her teeth into her lower lip again and glanced at Logan. He was too busy shoveling fries into his mouth to notice. Callie’s voice came out as a pained whisper. “They were driving up to visit me when I was living in San Francisco.” Her voice wavered. “A cement truck failed to stop at a red light and hit them. They…they didn’t make it.”

Even though I already knew that they had all died, just hearing how it had happened and hearing the guilt in Callie’s voice, as if she was personally responsible for their deaths, was too much. It felt like someone had dropped me into the depths of the frigid ocean, and the intense water pressure was squeezing the air out of my lungs. Holy fuck. My hand slammed against my mouth. I wished again that I had known about the accident. I could’ve been there for her. For my son too.

She stroked her hand over Logan’s hair. He smiled at her, but it was clear he had no idea what we were talking about or that it impacted him.

“So, Logan, do you have any grandparents?” I asked, despite knowing the truth.

“No,” Logan said. “Just me and Mommy and Mrs. Rogers.” He reached for another fry and beamed at me. Then he returned his attention to his milkshake.

To Callie I said, “Did your parents die before he was born?” I just wanted to see if she would admit the truth—or if she would compound the lies she’d already told me with more lies.

“Um…” Her eyes grew wide. “Yes. Yes, they did.”

“When did they die?” I knew I had her. Now I wanted to see how long it would take her to figure out how much I’d pieced together.

She swallowed hard. “Just before he was born.”

I ignored what she had said. To my ear, my tone sounded cool and calculating, nothing at all like the usual me—but nothing about this situation was usual. “And then to end up with Logan after Alexis died…that must have been tough.”

When I was eleven, my sister and I had been playing catch in the living room, which was strictly forbidden. Kristen had thrown the ball at me, but her aim was way off and the ball flew into the glass vase on the bookshelf—the vase that our grandmother had given my mom shortly before Grams was diagnosed with the cancer that later claimed her life. Mom loved that vase. I had been positive my sister would suffer a heart attack from the panic at what she had done.

That was exactly how Callie now looked sitting across from me.

For a second I could have sworn she was going to bail without another word. To her credit, she just sat there, in shock. The same way I’d felt when Cameron had phoned me this morning.

At last she whispered, “You know, don’t you?”

“I know enough. We can talk about it tonight.”

She nodded, the movement barely perceptible, and pushed her plate away, the food barely touched.

Logan still seemed oblivious to the tension between us. He finished the last of his fries and smiled at us. “All gone.”

“That’s right, Logan,” Callie said, eyes damp. “All gone.”