“Days, weeks, months. No one but God knows for sure, but she doesn’t have long.”
Hunter made a smacking noise. “Bad deal.”
Zak found the statement sorely lacking. “Tell me my legal responsibilities.” An attorney couldn’t help him with the moral dilemma. No one could. Even himself. “Do I have to take those kids? Is the little girl mine just because Crystal gave her my name?”
“Is she yours?”
“No! Come on, Hunt. I haven’t seen Crystal in ten years.”
The lawyer lifted a flat palm. “Had to ask. That’s the way it works. I’ll have to do some research, but my initial thought is no. You can prove with a paternity test that she is not your biological daughter.”
“Yeah.” He felt like a creep for asking these questions. “The guys at work are giving me fits.”
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