His nostrils flared as he scowled again and took a deep breath. “You don’t think I should know the man who’s watchin’ my daughter is pervin’ on her?”
I scoffed. “He wasn’t perving on me, Dad. He was totally respectful. I was actually the one who made the first, second,andthird move. It took him forever to sit down and discuss us having something romantic. And I asked him to keep it between us because I wanted to make sure it was something that would last before we made it public.”
“The boy seems to think he’s in love with you.”
“Well, you raised a kick-ass daughter, Dad. Of course he is,” I sassed.
“Teagan,” he growled.
“Are you objecting to this because it’s Cash, a Dog, or just a man in general?” I challenged. “Because I love him like crazy, so please don’t make me choose.”
“Baby girl, that’s a step too far,” Mom warned.
I sighed. “Sorry.”
The sound of Harley pipes grew louder and then shut off and my father’s face reddened. The doorbell pealed and Dad practically ripped the door off the hinges as he pulled it open. “Had a feelin’ you’d be stoppin’ by.”
I bit my lip as the porch light illuminated Cash’s worried face as he met my eyes. “You good?”
“She’s good, Cash,” Dad bit out.
He bristled as he focused on my father. “I’d like to hear it from her, Mack.”
“Are you going to make him stand outside?” I challenged.
“Come in, honey,” Mom said, and pulled Dad from the doorway.
Cash stepped inside and held his hand out to me, which I took. He pulled me against him. “You okay?”
“I don’t know. Dad, am I okay?” I looked up at my raging father. “More importantly. Are we okay?”
His hands fisted at his sides as he glared at Cash. “If you hurt her, I will remove your fuckin’ testicles.” He turned to me. “If you cry, even once over him, he’ll be a fuckin’ eunuch, got it?”
I nodded.
“Let’s go get you a beer, baby,” Mom suggested.
Dad let out a low growl in his throat.
“Or whiskey,” she corrected, wrapping her arms around his bicep, and pulling him away. “Whiskey might be better.”
I faced Cash, sliding my hands under his cut and up his back. “Hi.”
“Hey, baby.” He leaned down to kiss me. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yes.” I smiled up at him. “I’m better now, though.”
“You wanna spend the weekend at my place?”
“Um, hells yes.”
He squeezed my butt. “Okay, pack a bag and bring it to work with you on Friday. You can follow me home.”
“Do you want to stay for a bit and make out?”
“I’d love to, but I’m gonna go.” He chuckled. “Let’s not poke the bear anymore than we have, huh?”
“Fine.” I wrinkled my nose. “We can sext, though, right?”
