“I can also snoop in your apartment while you’re working.”I wiggle my brows.“I can look for embarrassing things.”
“If that’s what you want to do, feel free.”He chuckles.“I have nothing to hide from you.Just remember, the door works both ways.”
“Well, hold on.I don’t want you snooping in my room!”
“What are you hiding, Little Fox?”He smirks.
Before I can respond, footsteps sound and we leap apart from each other before anyone can find us together.I check on my bread and pretend to be working.Storm is on his phone, acting like he’s busy.Anything to make us not look like a couple.
“Hey, Storm.I was coming to see my daughter.What are you doing back here?”Dad enters and pats Storm on the back.
My heart pounds in my chest.That was close.If Dad had found us in each other’s arms, it wouldn’t have ended well.
“Hey, Porter.I was seeing if Dixie had anything I could take for lunch or dinner.I have to get a few hours in at work, then I have that run to go on with Chopper.”
“Right.”Dad nods his head.“I didn’t think about how you’d be gone practically all day.”
“I don’t have much more than a sandwich here.I think I have some chicken pot pie in my apartment you could have.”I meet Storm’s gaze, knowing the pot pie is at his place, not mine.
“Do you mind making me a sandwich?I won't have anywhere to heat up the meal.”
“Of course.”
I move around the kitchen and quickly make Storm a sandwich.I don’t bother asking what he wants, I know well enough that I don’t need to.Once I have the sandwich wrapped up, I hand it over to him with a grin.
“Have a good day.”
“You too, Little Fox.”He hesitates for a moment and I can tell he really wants to give me a kiss or hug.Anything to get some form of contact with me, but he can't with Dad standing right there.
As soon as he walks out the door, Dad turns his attention to me.His eyes search my features, but I do my best to slip behind a neutral mask.It’s something my sisters and I learned to do long ago.Dad sees too much.He can figure things out so quickly, even when you’re trying to hide them.
“Did you need something?”I ask as I begin cleaning up the ingredients I used for the sandwich.
“I just wanted to check in with my daughter and see how things are going.It’s weird having the three of you living in a separate place.”
“We live on the same property, Dad.”I grin at him.He’s always been an amazing dad, even though he’s this no-nonsense president of a motorcycle club.
“It’s not the same.I don’t get to keep an eye on you as easily.”
“We’re not kids anymore.We can make our own decisions and mistakes.”
“I know, it’s still hard watching your babies grow up.”He frowns as he takes a seat at the counter.“I hear Storm showed you the restaurant.”
“Yes!Am I really going to be able to have my own restaurant?”Excitement fills my tone, making Dad chuckle.
“I forgot how cute you are when you get excited about something.I haven’t seen this side of you in a while.And yes, Storm convinced me you need this.We’ll have some of the biker bunnies, as you like to call them, learn how to do things around here.I'm sure a decent number of the guys will be visiting your restaurant though.”
“I figured it would become a biker hangout, but I don’t want any drama there.”I point a finger in his direction and he nods his head.
“I’ll do my best to control them.Have you picked out a name for the place?”
“Storm didn’t tell you?Dang, I thought the two of you shared everything while braiding each other’s hair.”I smirk.We’ve teased Dad and Storm about their relationship for as long as I can remember.
They’ve always had these secret meetings with each other and no one else.I know they’re discussing things the president and vice president need to decide on with no one else around, but we still found it funny.
“Storm won't let me braid his hair.He says I'm not good at it and mine isn't nearly long enough to do that.”Dad runs his hand through his shaggy hair.He’s right, it’s not long enough at all.Storm’s is though.
“It’s going to be called The Little Fox Café.”
