When he arrived at Xander’s, his other brother, Linc’s car sat in the driveway. So he’d have both brothers to hang out with. Dash let himself inside and heard their voices coming from the kitchen.

He walked into the huge room where Linc and Xander were sitting at the table. “Hey.”

They looked up when he entered. “How are you holding up?” Linc asked.

Dash strode to the refrigerator, opened the door and took out a can of Diet Coke. “Feeling like shit.” He popped the top and guzzled a long sip.

“How long until you have news?” Xander asked.

“My lawyer should call me any minute. Hour. Day. Fuck!” He raised a hand and caught himself, not wanting to hit anything in his brother’s kitchen. Or break his hand on the granite countertops.

Xander and Linc exchanged knowing looks.

“Come on. Sit.” Xander strode over, hooked an arm around Dash’s neck and pulled him towards the chairs by the table. Releasing him, which Dash appreciated because he was choking, Xander then braced both palms on his shoulders and pushed until Dash dropped into the chair.

“Look, I’d be as crazy as you are if it was happening to me but right now the best thing you can do is calm the fuck down,” Xander said.

“I know.” And he did but was it possible? Hell, no.

Linc shook his head. “I hope this goes without saying but once you survive this scare, things need to change.”

Dash did his best not to scowl or punch his brother for thinking now was a good time for life lectures.

“Linc, chill, yeah?” Xander gave Linc a pointed look.

“I’m just looking out for him,” Linc said, leaning back in his chair, always the composed brother.

“I know you are.” Dash got where Linc was coming from. He’d also noticed Linc had said when Dash survived this scare. Not if. Which meant his oldest sibling had faith Dash might get through this unscathed. Not be a father. Dash just hoped Linc was right.

Since their dead father hadn’t been a good parent, Linc had always felt the need to herd the rest of the siblings and make sure they were taken care of. Whether they needed his guidance or not. Dash didn’t blame him. Hell, he appreciated his oldest brother. He just wasn’t in the mood for a lecture.

He was damned lucky the woman in question was willing to do a noninvasive DNA test. A blood sample from mom, one from dad, and a fetal cell analysis, would provide a result that was ninety nine percent accurate. The fact that the chick was willing to do one told Dash she wasn’t a money hungry whore.