Dr. J. gestured toward the screen. “That man. That football player. He’s healthy, physically attractive, and not very bright. Exactly what I’m looking for.”

“Are you talking about the Bomber?”

“Is that his name? I don’t know anything about football.”

“That’s Cal Bonner. He’s the starting quarterback for the Chicago Stars.”

“That’s right. I’ve seen his picture in the paper. Why can’t I meet a man like that? Someone who’s a bit of a dim bulb.”

“Dim bulb?”

“Not very intelligent. Slow.”

“Slow? The Bomber?” Jodie opened her mouth to tell Dr. Jane that the Bomber was the smartest, trickiest, most talented-not to mention meanest-sonovabitchen quarterback in the whole freakin’ NFL when this big dizzy rush hit her smack in the middle of her head, an idea so wild she couldn’t believe it had even come into her brain.

She sank back into the couch cushions. Holy shit. She fumbled for the remote and pushed the mute button. “Are you serious? You’d choose somebody like Cal Bonner to be the father of your baby?”

“Of course I would-assuming I could see his medical records. A simple man like that would be perfect: strength, endurance, and a low IQ. His good looks are an added bonus.”

Jodie’s mind ran in three different directions all at once. “What if…”She swallowed and tried not to get distracted by an image of Kevin Tucker standing naked right in front of her. “What if I could arrange it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“What if I could set it up so you could get Cal Bonner in bed?”

“Are you joking?”

Jodie swallowed again and shook her head.

“But I don’t know him.”

“You wouldn’t have to.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

Slowly, Jodie told her story, leaving out a part here and there-like what a badass the Bomber was-but pretty much being honest about the rest. She explained about the birthday present and the kind of woman the guys wanted. Then she said that with a little cosmetic enhancement, she thought Dr. J. herself could fit the bill.