“Foster is a Daddy,” I blurted, my words coming out before I could stop them. Chase took another bite of his peach. “Doesn’t surprise me.” “It doesn’t?” It sure surprised the hell out of me. “You said he was, like, pretty put together, and older. Makes sense that he’d have kids.” I rubbed my temple with my fingertips. “Not a dad, Chase… a Daddy.” Chase choked slightly, coughing several times, but he waved a hand at me when I made a motion to stand and help. “I’m fine,” he said, voice hoarse.
