When Dash remained silent, Xander put a hand on his shoulder. “Do not make me beat it out of you in front of everyone. Talk to me. I’m here for you.”

Dash glanced up at him with glazed eyes, like he hadn’t slept in days. “Don’t judge me. And I don’t want to fucking hear it was bound to happen one day.”

Now Xander was worried. “Sounds like you’re doing enough of that to yourself.”

Dash inclined his head and spoke so low Xander had to lean close to hear. “Some woman claims I’m the father of her baby.”

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A couple of months ago, Dash Kingston been living the dream. He’d had women at his beck and call. More money than he’d ever dreamed of earning doing something he loved. Bandmates who were his best friends, and success beyond his wildest dreams. He still had those things but also he had a huge weight sitting on his chest in the form of an outstanding paternity test, courtesy of one night with a woman he barely remembered, and whose name he hadn’t known at the time.

Word had spread over social media, television entertainment and celebrity news, and whatever magazines still showed up in grocery store check-out lines. Instead of talk about the band’s music and their new drummer, Axel Forrester, there was speculation about whether The Original Kings’ lead singer had impregnated a one night stand.

Talk about a wake up call.

Dash glanced around his patio where clusters of people gathered talking. The professionals stood on one side, the roadies and groupies, the women who wanted to fuck a rock star, laughed and partied on the other. His band members were scattered around, all having fun on a hot, late September day in East Hampton, with the alcohol at Dash’s expense.

Whose idea was a party when his entire world might be falling apart? He ran a hand through his hair and decided to head over to his brother, Xander’s house, about a mile down the road. Though he could walk, he took his baby, a Ferrari, Limited Edition V12 supercar. Not even the power of the engine or the yellow racing stripe he loved, helped his mood.

On the short ride, he thought about the many mistakes he’d made in life and decided he could do better. And though he knew if the kid was his, he’d step up, he prayed to God he’d dodge this bullet. Panic induced sweat broke out on his skin and he pumped up the air conditioner.