Choices
John sat wearily at the bar, head in his hands.
He could make combat decisions instantly, but when it came to women, words failed.
Somehow, he and Shayera were going to have a son. The thought obsessed him, and he was sure Mari had noticed. He loved her – he loved them both – but Shy was his destiny.
She had to be. He sure as hell wasn't going to have a one-night stand for old time's sake. Kids deserved to have committed parents.
Telling Mari, though…He tried to envision that conversation ending well, and couldn't.
Sighing, he signaled for another bourbon.