Page 197 of Mountain Daddy
Friend.
That’s another pill to swallow.
Dad shakes his head. “You two are so weird.”
I look at him, brow raised. “We’re weird? Have you met yourself?”
Dad rolls his eyes. “Luther knows his stuff,” he says in a high feminine voice, then he switches to a deep tone. “That’s Kendra’s chair.”
I laugh. “You sound ridiculous.”
“Yousound ridiculous.”
I shake my head. “And what chair is mine?”
He takes another sip of his coffee, gesturing with his free hand. “At the fish fry, before you bailed.”
“Bailed,” I repeat dryly.
Dad never really believed I wasn’t feeling well. Pretty sure he thought it was a lie because I was bored. Which is still better than him knowing the truth.
He huffs. “Yeah, well, if you’d come back, you’d have saved us from the flock of women trying to flirt with Rocky.”
I purse my lips, thinking about those women. How that one reached for him. “MaybeLutherliked the attention.” I emphasize his name just to be a pest.
Dad scoffs. “Not him. He’s no saint, but he’s damn close. Been forever since I’ve seen him interested in anyone.”
I hum as I take that in.
On the topic of women, I’m tempted to ask Dad about Ashley’s mom—since he’s the one who interrupted our conversation back in the coffee shop. But it still feels like something I should hear from Luther himself.
Dad stretches his legs out. “Well, won’t have to worry about the clingers tonight.” He looks around. “If it stays this nice out, maybe we should eat outside.”
I turn my head slowly to look at Dad. “What’s happening tonight?”
“Steaks.” He grins.
I lift an eyebrow, hoping he can’t hear my heart pounding.
“WithLuther.” He uses his high-pitched voice again.
“You’re obnoxious.” I close my eyes and lean back in the deck chair.
Guess it’s time to put my new mindset to the test.
Chapter 121
Luther
I putmy truck into park, but I don’t turn off the engine.
This feels like a mistake.
Last time I saw Kendra, she cried.
She didn’t just cry.I made her cry.
I swallow.
