Page 2 of Eleven of a Kind

“By plane, duh.”

“By yourself?” My brows furrowed.

“Yeah.”

I let out a sigh and ran my hand down my face.

“It was either come here and find you or get stuck living with those pretentious rich assholes who hate me.”

“First of all, watch your mouth. Second, who are you referring to?”

“The grandparents.”

“I literally cannot do this right now.” I ran my hand through my hair.

“I guess coming here was a mistake.” She grabbed her backpack from the floor and stood up. “You’re my father whether you like it or not. It was your sperm who impregnated my mother.”

“Jesus Christ, kid.” I shook my head.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed my office.

“Dr. Kind’s office. Kelsey speaking.”

“Kelsey, it’s me. I need you to reschedule my patients for today. Tell them I had a family emergency.”

“Dr. Kind, there are three patients already here waiting for you.”

“I know. Reschedule and apologize for me. I do have a family emergency and need to leave.”

“Okay, Dr. Kind,” she said.

I stood there and stared at Riley. She sure looked like Ariana, except for one thing: she had my blue eyes.

“We’re leaving, and you’re going to tell me what the hell is going on and why you think I’m your father. Let’s go.” I began to walk away.

“Wait. I’m hungry. Can I have some of that food?” She pointed to the island.

“No. We’ll stop at IN-N-OUT on the way to my house and get you something.”

“What’s that?”

“A burger place. Let’s go.”

“Nice car,” Riley said as she climbed in and looked around.

“Thanks.” I pulled my seatbelt over me.

“You’re not wearing a wedding ring. You’re not married?”

“No. I’m not married,” I spoke with irritation.

“A girlfriend who’s going to flip out when she finds out about me?” she said.

“No. No girlfriend either.”

“You gay?”

“NO!” I shouted as I glanced at her.