Page 88 of Shine: Sins of the Father
“We’ve got to find that asshole.”
“Now more than ever.” I suddenly realize just how much I have to lose.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Fiona—
After breakfast with the girls, I head to my mom and dad’s place to pick up Dylan. When I come through the door, they’re in the kitchen, Dylan on my father’s lap, watching him eat bacon.
“Little dude, someday when you’re older, you will realize this is the greatest food on earth.”
I roll my eyes. “I see the bacon fairy visited.”
“Yup. How was breakfast with the girls? You have a good time?” he asks.
“I did. We went to Carlton’s. It was so good.” Except for the part where Harley pulled me to the side and grilled me. Then she told me that, thankfully, no one else noticed when I went AWOL with Shine last night. Harley and Reckless kept making excuses for how they just missed me going to the bar or the bathroom or outside with Cody. I can’t believe no one caught on.
I hold my arms out, and Dylan’s face lights up with a smile. My father passes him to me. “Heard you had too much to drink last night.”
“Yeah, I started to feel a little queasy. Guess not drinking for all that time lessened my resistance.”
“You seem fine now.”
“I am. I drank a lot of water and felt better last night.”
“Good.”
“Don’t you have a party today at the bakery? We can keep him,” my mother says from the sink where she’s washing strawberries.
I walk over with Dylan on my arm and steal one, popping it in my mouth. “Janey offered to watch him at the apartment while I run the party.”
“You sure? He’s perfectly fine here, and we love having him, don’t we, Wolf?”
“Of course. He’s my little buddy.”
“I’ll take him with me. I’ve got a little time to spend with him before the birthday party. This one doesn’t start until two.”
“All right.” My mother wipes her hands on a dishtowel and leans against the sink. “How are you doing, sweetheart? You eating enough? You look thin.”
“Gee thanks, Mom.”
“You look good.” She cups my face. “I just worry about you. You take care of the baby and your shop. I just want you to remember to take care of yourself, too.”
I kiss her cheek. “I know.” I pick up Dylan’s little chubby arm and wave it. “Say bye to Grandma.”
She leans and kisses his head. “I love you, cutie pie.”
He giggles and blows bubbles.
I take him to give my father a slobbery Dylan kiss, then grab his diaper bag on the way out.
My father walks me to my car. He rests a hand on the doorframe while I load Dylan into his car seat. When I straighten, he holds out a folded bill to me. I see the number fifty.
“Here.”
“Dad, I’m okay.”
“Take it. I know how much diapers and formula cost. If you need more…”
