Gavin jumped up, his face twisted with pain, and circled the table twice before finally spotting the trash can and spitting the food out. His mouth was burning red, and he could already feel a blister forming on his tongue.
“You’re evil,” he grumbled.
“Not as evil as that mouth of yours,” Lorinda shot back.
Lorinda looked at Jasper, who was so sweet and innocent, and just couldn’t imagine his father being anything like the man Gavin described.
Gavin grabbed some cold water and gulped it down, finally starting to feel some relief.
“Sperm donors go through screening, not just for health but also for background. Everything has to be spotless,” he said.
Catherine chimed in, “The hospital Lorinda picked is the most reputable and strictest in the country. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“I was just joking. Do you really have to get so worked up?” Gavin scooted his chair back, putting a little more space between himself and Lorinda.
Lorinda gave him a glare. “How would you feel if I said your future son’s mother is probably lying in some other guy’s bed right now, and who knows how many guys she’s been with?”
The idea of his kid’s mom versus his wife hit differently. Gavin tensed up. He could handle the thought of his future wife not being perfect, but the idea of his child’s mother being careless with her private life… he just couldn’t accept it, not even for his child.
“Three shots as an apology and I’ll let it go,” Lorinda said, lifting her chin at him.
“My tongue’s already blistered. If I add liquor to that, are you trying to kill me?” Gavin huffed. “Once my tongue heals, I’ll pay up.”
Lorinda laughed. “At least you keep your word. You’re off the hook.”
While the two of them bantered, Catherine sat quietly, eating her food. Maybe it was the heat and the noise, but she felt unsettled and restless inside.
Her phone rang out of nowhere. It was Letty calling.
Glad for a reason to get up, Catherine walked into the living room to answer.
“Letty?”
After calming Letty down and hanging up, Catherine dialed Harrell.
He picked up right away. Just like before, she could hear the wind mixed with the sound of waves in the background.
“Harrell, are you with Lance?” she asked.
“I am.” Harrell glanced at Lance. “How did you know?”
Lance paused with his drink, looking over at Harrell.
“Lance’s new secretary told me he canceled his dinner and got out of the car halfway. She was worried something might happen, so she asked what to do,” Catherine explained, skipping over Letty’s more dramatic worries.
“She said someone came to meet Lance, and I figured it was you. I told her to go home. Please look after him. Letty’s young and was scared something bad might happen. When you get Lance home, could you send me a message? I’ll let her know.”
“Is it Letty who’s worried, or is it you who needs to know he’s safe?” Harrell replied.

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