Kollette marrying into a prestigious family meant their private life wasn’t so private.
CAN’T BELIEVE KOLLETTE IS GOING TO BE A MOTHER.
Roland’s response wasn’t in the form of words, but a photo. Connor almost dropped his phone.
What the fuck!
When it was taken was obvious. There was only one time he held a newborn in his arms. Where the hell did that picture come from? It had to be some pedestrian watching. Fuck them. This wasn’t supposed to be shared. The woman was barely covered. If he knew the name of the person who took that picture, he’d smash the phone, and probably break his nose while he was at it. Connor hated social media. He wasn’t on it at all. It kind of surprised him that Roland was.
NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, Connor replied.
Roland rang Connor’s phone instead of texting. “It looks like you just had a baby.”
“I helped deliver a baby. Big difference,” he clarified.
“Yeah. I’d say so. But Connor, look at your face. How the hell is anyone supposed to know this isn’t your kid?” Roland asked. “The entire department is talking about it.”
“You’re joking, right?” he asked.
“Okay, not everyone. Just the ones who were in on the pool.”
“What pool?” Connor asked.
“If you left the DEA because you wanted to start a family. I told them hell no. You swore you’d never get married. Guess I don’t have to cough up the twenty bucks after all.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not getting married or having kids. And you can tell the others that as well. Oh, do me a favor too,” Connor said.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Nip this one quick. The last thing I need is my employer hearing about this.”
“Why? Is there a no kid policy? Because I think that’s against the law,” Roland laughed.
“I don’t think it’s the public image they want to project. Remember, you thought this kid was mine. Think about how many others might as well. The only thing I have going for me right now is that I never gave my name to anyone. And I want to keep it that way.”
“Worried that the baby's mother is going to come looking for you for child support?” Roland teased.
“I don’t think that’s funny,” he said flatly.
“Hey, I have the right to laugh. Or have you forgotten that I’m still paying for my three?”
Connor asked, “How are they doing?”
“The oldest is going to college this fall. You want stress, try having three teenage daughters. I feel like I should follow them around on their dates with my Glock.”
“Not sure that would be a good idea.”
“Probably not, but you should see some of these bastards who show up at the door. They size me up like they’re giving me a warning. I want to knock them into next week,” Roland growled.
Connor chuckled. “And you wonder why I want to stay single?”
Roland said, “Misery loves company.”
“Looks like you’ll have to talk to some of your other buddies, because I’m not joining you.”
“Bummer. My youngest would make an awesome babysitter,” he teased. “Hey, got to go. Duty calls. Stay in touch.”
“Will do. Be safe,” Connor said.