“A paternity test.” His jaw ticked. “I want one.” Presley opened her mouth, but I held up a hand. As much as I appreciated her standing up for me, this was my battle to fight. “I’ll give you a paternity test. Anything else?” He shook his head. “When I prove you’re a liar, you’ll be out of my life. And Pres, you know the reason she’s lying? Because I always wrap it up. Always.”
