36. Maddox

THIRTY-SIX

I stare down at the little girl. Her eyes… they're just like Hannah's. Same shape. Same light brown color.

But her hair… It's dark.

Like mine.

I look back at Hannah.

She's watching me with her arms crossed over her chest.

I glance back down at the girl.

"Is…" I swallow as a strange mixture of emotions coats my skin. "Is she mine?"

Hannah and the child blink at me.

Could it really be?

Do I have a kid?

"Seriously?" Hannah says the same time the kid says, "Ew."

Ew?

What the hell does—

My jaw clenches.

Did Hannah have another man's baby?

The girl rolls her eyes at me, then looks up at the adult beside her. "Aunt Hannah, did you seriously sleep with this guy?"

"Chelsea!" Hannah sounds like she's trying to chastise the kid but also like she's trying not to laugh.

Wait.

"Aunt?" I question.

"Close the door!" Hannah's mom shouts again as the kid disappears into the house.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Hannah steps back. "Might as well come inside."