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her drink these supplement shakes so she grows. Any of that in your family?”
    “Yes, I’m afraid it is.”
    “There’s your DNA test, if the eyes weren’t enough to go on.”
    “I’m sorry I broke your phone.”
    “Is that Kyle Dolan apologizing?” she said rudely.
    “As you say,” he sighed. “I want to see Olive. Meet her, get to know her. I’ll get you all the medical history you need. When can I see her?”
    “You can’t. That’s final. She has a mother and father. She doesn’t need you turning her life upside down, the way you did mine. The best thing you can do is give me your email address and I’ll send you a medical form to fill out. Then you get out of our lives and lose my number. Got it?”
    “No. No deal.”
    “You would withhold health information that puts your child at risk just to use as leverage against me?”
    “How dare you assume I’d want nothing to do with my daughter?”
    “She’s YOUR daughter now? Are you the one who got kicked out of your house and gave birth on a gurney in the ER hallway, and worked two jobs to support her and pay for the apartment in the projects? Where the fuck were you?”
    “I was in the dark, where you kept me, Ashley. I would have helped. But the past is past, and I can do better for her now,” he said through gritted teeth.
    “You’re still a back-alley brawler, Kyle, and not someone—” she paused to cough, “I want in my kid’s life. If I didn’t need to know about your kidneys—”
    “I know, you’d never have contacted me. I’m not just some punk who picked you up, Ashley. I want to know my daughter. It’s the only way you’re going to get the medical history out of me,” he lied.
    “Goddammit, Kyle, I can’t believe you’re doing this!”
    “Neither can I,” he said.
    “Fine. Tomorrow. We’ll meet somewhere; you’re not coming to our house.”
    “Okay, that’s fair. McDonald’s on Second?”
    “She can’t eat that crap. She has to have nutritious food and vitamins or she’ll quit growing.”
    “French fries are going to kill her? Lighten up.”
    “The salt’s bad for her blood pressure. We have to watch it.”
    “So she can have ice cream. Come on. It’s not every day she meets her dad,” he said. “You can’t tell me I have a daughter and not let me spoil her a little.”
    “Fine. Ice cream and one hour with us there. Then you give me the history?”
    “Yes, I will. Do you need a blood sample or anything? I mean, does she need a kidney?”
    “No she doesn’t need a kidney. What the hell kind of question is that? She needs new shoes for soccer because she outgrew her cleats. She needs braces in a couple years, but we don’t want your kidney.” She scoffed and hung up.
    He shifted his car into gear and drove to the fight school. A long, hard workout did little to clear his mind. Around noon, he cued up Shea’s number and called her.
    “Hey, lass,” he said hesitantly.
    “Dolan, that you?”
    “Yeah, you got a minute?”
    “I just scrubbed out from an appendectomy, so I have a few minutes. What’s up?”
    “I called—her.”
    “Ashley?”
    “Yeah.”
    “What’d she say?”
    “That I’m a minion of the devil and would ruin our daughter’s life the way I wrecked hers before.”
    “Nice. It’s a shame you two crazy kids can’t just get back together,” she snarked.
    “Right. I don’t see a love match happening there. I asked her if I could meet Olive, and she told me no.”
    “Did you threaten to break more of her stuff?”
    “Not exactly.”
    “Christ, Dolan, what did you do?”
    “I may have indicated that she would only be able to secure my family medical information if she let me see my daughter,”
    “You blackmailed a woman with a sick child? Even you can’t charm your way out of that. I like you, but I’m gonna have to weigh in on her side on this one. You don’t mess around with people where their kids are concerned.”
    “Right, exactly. Which is why I’ve a right to