Snowed In (Fitzpatrick Christmas, #2)

by Catherine Walsh

“Excuse me?” she asks, already halfway to taking it. “Are you using— Is that a toddler?” Zoe and I both turn to her almost two-year-old son, Tiernan, who sits next to her as he enjoys his daily allotted screen time via a tablet. “I think so,” Zoe says slowly. “He was here when we arrived.” “She’s kidding,” I say when the woman stares at her. “I am,” Zoe says. “Sorry. I’m just nervous. It’s his first time meeting his dad.” She turns back to me, suddenly emotional. “I’m glad you came.” And here we go. “He’s not mine.” “I just need the chair,” the woman says hastily. “He’s not mine,” I repeat, as Zoe sniffs.