He slowly shook his head like he didn’t know what to make ofme, but what he was making wasn’t much.
I skedaddled out of his truck.
He sat idling in the drive while I made my way to the door.
Standing in it, I waved at him.
He just pulled out and drove away.
The wave was stupid.
What was I doing?
“Was that Dad?”Liam asked from behind me.
For the second time that night, I jumped a mile.
I turned to him.
He was looking over my head at the street.
“Move,” I ordered.“I need to shut the door.”
He didn’t move.
He looked down at me.“Was that Dad?”
I scrambled.“Hey!Good news.Your dad and I decided to getyou a car.”
His brows knit.“You and Dad are talking now?”
Okay, not that I needed the proof, but his non-reaction togetting a car said just how much he felt about me and his father beingtogether.Even just talking.
Dang.
“Can I get out of the door?”I asked.
Liam stepped back.
I stepped in and shut the door.
When I turned back to him, he had his arms crossed on hischest.
Ugh.
He was just like his father.
“Why is Dad bringing you home from going out with AuntToni?”he asked suspiciously.
“We ran into each other…”
Oh my God.
NowIwas lying.
“…and I took that opportunity to discuss getting you a car.He agreed it was the right decision.So we’re going to do that.”
“Where’s your car?”
