Page 106 of Somebody's Watching Me
Two seconds later, Selah came strolling down the front path, looking annoyingly comfortable in his sweats and flip-flops. “What’s wrong?”
Their father nodded in her direction. “Help me get her in the backseat.”
Selah halted when he saw her dress. “What in the ever-loving hell are you wearing?”
“A dress!”
“It doesn’t matter,” their father snapped, his limits reached. “Selah, grab her low and lift while I pull her through.”
They didn’t give her a countdown. Selah rushed forward like a damn linebacker and tossed her in as their father crawled onto the seat to snatch her flailing arms and drag her into the car.
“Give a warning next time!”
“You’ve put on some weight,” Selah panted, trying to catch his breath. “Yeesh, Jamison.”
“At least I didn’t just eat two dozen chocolate chip cookies.”
“I don’t think you could in that outfit.”
“Enough. Selah, stay by the phone.” Trying to help her get settled, their father finally gave up when all she could do was lie on her side andpray that the dress didn’t rip. “I might need your help getting her back to the house.”
The doors slammed, and soon they were on their way, the car jostling her a bit as they hit the highway.
“You okay back there?”
“Yep.”
“How are we going to get you out?”
That was a good question. Fairweathers didn’t park in the public lot at Firewater, but in a private one hidden off the side of the town square. If they were careful, the two of them could probably handle it.
“We can do it.”
“No, we can’t.” Her father tilted the rearview mirror to look at her. “Taylor is at the party, and I can call her to come help.”
“I would rather die than let that woman see me helpless.”
He frowned. “Why don’t you like her?”
“Because she’s trying to have sex with my dad.”
Pressing his lips together, he returned his attention to the road. “I’m not.”
“I know.”
“I haven’t touched a woman since your mother.”
While that little nugget of information was more than she wanted, her heart broke for him. “I’m sorry.”
“No one will ever compare to Laura Jean, so why bother, you know?”
The car rolled to a stop at the only red light between Haven House and Firewater, and he turned in his seat. “Do you want to hear a story about your mom?”
First, her winged eyeliner had been threatened by Liam, and now her dad was trying to double down on its destruction.
But she wanted to hear it. Needed that connection. Her nerves over the party were kicking up a notch, and a story about her mother would help.
“Sure.”
