Page 47 of Serenading Reagan
“I need a moment of your time, Mr. Carlisle,” came the curt response.
Everyone glanced at each other confused, as Noah climbed out of his seat and walked with the woman toward an empty space near the bar.
“What do you think that’s all about?” Anna asked, looking at Ryan.
“No idea.” He shrugged.
As they watched, the woman handed Noah some papers. His expression morphed from confused curiosity into utter shock and disbelief, visible even from a distance as the color drained from his face.
“What the fuck,” Ryan growled, and made to stand up but Anna held him back.
“Give him privacy, Ry. He’s okay,” she soothed.
A few moments later, the woman turned and left Noah standing frozen where he was, papers in hand. He stared down at them for a while, then turned and walked back to the booth where everyone was waiting expectantly. Without saying a word, Noah picked up the beer glass closest to him and chugged the contents in one go. Then, he slammed the glass down, and fixed his gaze on a spot above everyone’s head.
“Apparently, I’m a father.”
