“I’m impressed.” I hooked my arm around her. “You are going to make one hell of a lawyer.”
“Thanks, Dad. You were impressive as well. Throwing your status around like that. You make me proud.”
“Thanks, kid.” I kissed the side of her head. “Remember, not a word to your mother.”
“I won’t tell her. Although I do have something now to hold over your head.” She gave me the side eye.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, but I would, daddy dear.” She grinned.
“I was going to take you for ice cream, but now forget it.”
“Don’t you have to get back to the office?” she asked.
“I should, but there’s no harm in taking the rest of the day off and spending it with my daughter.”
As we walked down the street to the ice cream shop, a man passed us and stared Zoey up and down like a fucking creeper.
“Creep,” Zoey mumbled to me.
“Excuse me,” a voice from behind said.
We turned, and it was the man who showed a little too much interest in my daughter.
“I’m sorry for staring the way I did. Are you by chance related to Samantha Hollis?” he asked Zoey.
My heart literally escaped my chest.
“Yes. She’s my mother.” Zoey’s brows furrowed.
“You look exactly like her. I can’t believe it.”
“Excuse me. How do you know, Sam?” I asked.
“Umm, we dated back in the day.” He tucked his hands into his pants pockets and seemed very nervous.
I glanced at Zoey, who stood there, intently staring at him.
“You disappeared after she told you she was pregnant.” Zoey cocked her head.
“Yeah.” He looked down.
“Dad, meet my biological father,” she said.
I swallowed hard and didn’t know how to process any of this.
“Weston Castile.” I extended my hand.
“Scott Louis.” He shook my hand. “And your name?” he asked Zoey.
“None of your business Hollis,” she said.
“Fair enough. I deserve that.”
“If you came to New York to?—”
“I didn’t. I was just walking down the street, and when I saw you, I couldn’t believe how much you looked like your mother. So, your mom ended up marrying?”
