A smile broke out over Dex's face. All he did was palm the side of my face and kiss the corner of my mouth with a softmurmur, "Plannin’ on it."
Chapter Thirty-Five
I had the terrible urge to throw up when I woke up the next morning.
The first thought in my head, before I accepted that I was laying in bed naked with Dex, involved my dad. My friggin' dad. The man I was probably—hopefully—seeing today for the first time in eight years.
Shit.
Not crap,shit.
Whether it was nerves, anger, or a sickening sense of anticipation that filled my belly, I wasn't sure and it made me uneasy.
So uneasy that Dex caught onto it before we'd even left the hotel room. He was standing in the doorway to the bathroom,buttoning his jeans, when he frowned at me. "What's wrong?"
I wanted to say“Nothing”but I didn't. No more lies and all, right? I had to settle for giving him a sheepish smile at the same time I stole a glance at Uriel. Who am I kidding? I was looking at his nipple piercings, remembering briefly how they'd felt on my back hours before.
Snap out of it!
I tried to hide my awkward cough. "I think I'm a little nervous."
"Why?" he asked like my admission was absolutely stupid.
"I don't know. I think I'm nervous to see my dad since it's been so long, but I also kind of feel like we should be on a bounty hunter show or something. Does that make sense?" I scratched at my throat.
Dex narrowed his eyes, pulling his toothbrush out of his mouth slowly. "No."
Well.
"Don't be nervous, babe. What yougot to be nervous about? We're gonna find your pa, and then we're gonna figure out away to get this shit handled before I get sent to jail for murder," he said so nonchalantly, I almost could have dismissed the fact that he even brought up the possibility of going back to jail.
For murder. Because of me.
Oh lord.
I'd shank him before he did something that stupid, so I chose to ignore that part of his comment. "I don't think it's that easy."
He gave me a hard look, shoving his toothbrush back into his mouth. "It is."
I left it at that because in reality, how the heck could I explain to Dex why I was so nervous to see my dad? It wasn't like I didn't already accept the way things were.
He'd left me and my family. Check.
He'd left me at sixteen in the middle of radiation with a dead mother. Check.
And then he'd left me again to deal with his mess at twenty-four, obviously knowing what kind of people he was dealing with. Check.
It hit me right smack in the face. A hard smack that might have knocked a few teeth loose.
He sucked. Plain and simple.
He was no Sonny. He wasn't even a Will because I knew that if I told my brother people had been showing up to my job threatening my life, he’ddo whatever he could to fix it. Literally, he would have done anything. I just hadn't wanted to drag him into this mess.
Curt Taylor was no Luther even. Lu had gone as far as to let Dex and I borrow his car to come look for my dad. He'd helped me look for his crappy ass. And he barely knew me.
Curt Taylor was absolutely no Dex either. No Charlie. There was no fierce possessiveness or loyalty. Nothing. Besides both being males and members of the Widowmakers MC, that was it. There was no other trace of similarity between the man standing in front of me and the one who had walked out on me.
This was a man that had left people who needed him hanging a million and a half times. What in the friggin' hell did I have to be nervous about? If anything, he needed to be nervous about meeting me. There wasn't a single thing that I owed him. This wasn't about reconnecting with him or seeking the love and guidance he'd ripped from me when I was too young to understand it.
