He’s wanted a child of his own for years.”

“That’s sad,” I said, looking down at the dark frosting on my plate.

“He always seems like a very polite man when he calls the house.”

“He needs someone to be his surrogate,” Adam said.

I laid my fork back on the table with a soft clink.

“Well, there are reputable agencies in Chicago for that kind of thing,” I said.

“Big law firms that take care of everything.”