“We did. About us. But we didn’t talk about Megan.”
And here we go.
My palms sweat as I regrip the steering wheel and ensure I don’t swerve off the road.
I knew this conversation was coming.I’m not sure how it’s going to go. Does Kennedy know she’s leaving? Does she want her to? Does she care?
Where are you going with this, kiddo?
“What are you doing, Dad?” she asks like she’s my mother, and she’s highly disappointed.
“Um, driving you home.”
“Dad…”
“What,Ken? This is none of your business.”
“That’s cute.”
I laugh. “Excuse me?”
She scoots around as much as she can to face me from the waist up. She gives me a look of total seriousness. There’s not a crack in this girl’s veneer.
I blow out a breath.
“Why did you let Megan stay with us?” she asks.
“Because I didn’t want to leave you alone.”
She rolls her eyes.
“What?” I ask. “That’s why. I was afraid you’d run off and get married while I was gone.” I run a hand over my chin. “Instead, you got suspended.”
She smacks my arm. “Stop it.”
“Fine.”
“So why did you ask her to stay with us? Because you said no at first.”
God, help me.
“Dad, I hate to tell you, but you’re in love with Megan.”
I swerve around a pothole a little too sharply. It takes me a second to regain complete control.
“Try not to kill us,” she says.
“Ken …” I wipe a hand down my face. “I’m not in love with Megan.”
“Uh, yes, you are.”
I groan.
“Well, if you’re not, you should be,” she says as we pull into our driveway. “She’s still here after your antics last night. That says something.”
“My antics?”
“I listened to your conversation, and you weren’t very nice to her.”
