To Claim His Own

Calhoun Webster's mouth fell open, then he slammed it shut.

His attorney and friend, Hammond Kyle, gave a semblance of a smile. "It's easy to understand why you're speechless. Under the same circumstances, I'm sure I would be, too."

"Are you jerking my chain, Kyle?" Cal demanded in a rough tone. "Because if you are, you're a pretty sorry bastard."

"Chill, Cal. I wouldn't jerk your chain about something this serious." Hammond ran his fingers through his thinning gray hair and narrowed his eyes. "Like I just told you, you're a father. You have a child. A son, to be exact."

Cal blew out his breath, feeling the color recede from his face followed by an extreme weariness. Since his stint in Colombia, he wasn't anywhere back to his normal self. He tired easily. "Mind if I sit down?"

"Actually, I was about to suggest that." Another smile of sorts crossed the attorney's lips. "I'd hate to think of a grown man hitting my office floor in a dead faint."

Cal gave him a go-to-hell look before practically falling into one of the plush chairs in front of Hammond's massive desk. A million and one questions were charging through ... read full excerpt from To Claim His Own ebook