Thank you again for reading. Sadly, this chapter is still pretty short, but I will updating soon. Please post a review.
-I give all the credit to the writer of this wonderful series.
James woke up an hour after Cyrus had left for work. He rolled over and squinted at the morning light that fluttered through the curtains. Damn the sun! He'd have to get some new blinds and drapes pronto. Reaching for his glasses, he fought the urge to lie back down. The bed was so tempting. The only thing stopping him from crawling back into bed was the fact that he could not afford to miss out on an opportunity to contact David Rosen.
Three days had passed since the labor scare at the White House and he had spent two of those in a waiting room, hoping to get prime time coverage of the presidential newborn's entrance into the world. While stepping out for coffee, the persistent attorney had made contact and James knew it was time to let him know what he had found in Defiance.
Showering quickly, he dressed in casual attire and searched for his Starbucks gift card, a treat from Cyrus. If anyone followed him to the coffee shop, and he suspected someone might, James would be looking over parenting magazines and catalogs to his favorite baby stores. Eventually David would pass by—just enough time for him to hand over the memory card.
James went to collect his briefcase from the study when the door bell rang.
"Coming!" He shouted, shouldering the black leather bag. He strode to the front door, wondering who would be calling at this hour. I'm in no mood for Girl Scout cookies, he thought as he checked the peep hole. To his surprise a mousy blonde teen was standing in the entrance. He hesitated for only a second before opening door.
"How may I help you?"
"Are you Cyrus?"
James frowned, peering at the young woman. "Who are you?"
"I'm Becky. You do seem rather young by the way."
"Excuse me?"
She laughed a little, "My mother had described you as an overweight man in his forties. I'm glad to see you've hit the gym since then."
"Listen missy, I'm not in the mood for jokes. Did Ed from the Times put you up to this? He's been after me since day one—
She cut him off, looking over her shoulder "I don't have time for this, but we need to talk. I've got nowhere else to go, and since you're my dad I thought you might—
"What?"
"You're my dad."
"Like hell I am!" he shouted, his face suddenly flushing. He grabbed the door handle to steady the wave of nausea that overcame him. This could not be happening. He took a breath and spoke firmly, "Ok Becky, I'm sorry that you have to hear this from me, but there is no possible way Cyrus can be your father."
"I'm sure the 'Times' would think differently," She snapped, looking James over. Her face showed no emotion and he knew it was time for a different approach.
"Let's go get a hot chocolate. My treat," He said, forcing a smile. It was either this or phone Cyrus.
"I'll have a hot caramel." She replied and followed him to his car.
