“Yes.” I nod. “Every day.”
“Have you talked to him about it?”
“He won’t answer my calls or texts.”
His expression turns cold.
“Dad, please don’t say anything to his father.”
“I won’t, but …” He pauses. “This kind of deception changes the dynamic of our relationship with him and his family. Despite all my years of friendship with his father.”
“I understand.”
“He knowingly kept my granddaughter from her father.”
The weight of that, him saying it out loud, is heavy.
“Believe me, Dad, I’m thinking about it.”
“All right, now get out of here, kid. I have work to do,” he teases.
I laugh, stand, and make my way to the door. But before I leave, I turn around.
“Dad, thank you for always being so supportive. For everything you’ve done for Seraphina and me.”
“My greatest pleasure in this life is my family, Alie. No matter what.” He winks at me, then picks up his phone.
I walk out, feeling a little lighter and anxious to see Liam.
Making my way downstairs, I find him in the gym, talking to a few of the guys, towel around his neck. Sweaty.
How can he look so good when he’s sweaty?
He sees me through the window and walks toward me, then out to the hallway.
“Hey, how did it go?”
“Well … he’s not angry.”
Relief flickers across his face. “Okay, good. And?”
I huff a laugh. “He had a suspicion. And so did my mom.”
He smiles. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah, I guess the first time he met you, he could see similarities. Then, your first meeting here, they both saw it.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “These Pitz genes are strong, I guess.”
“We need to tell her, Liam.”
“I agree.” He nods without hesitation. “The sooner, the better. I want her to know I’m her dad.”
“How about dinner? Tonight?” I suggest.
He doesn’t even pause. “I’ll be there.”
Even though we’re moving in the right direction, I worry that Liam hasn’t completely gotten over the hurt of missing so much. We’ve been in a bubble of bliss, and soon, it may pop.
