“When do they meet next?”
“Tonight.”
I thanked Francine.
“So, girlie”—she cupped her hands over one knee—“where are you off to? Going to see your dashing young man?”
“No. I’m off to see my biological mother,” I said grimly.
“Sounds like more of a drag than a good time.”
“There are things I need to ask her.”
“Well.” Francine exhaled loudly. “Don’t let me keep you from having loads of fun. I just wanted to report my findings. I’ll be at your place tonight to take you to the meeting.”
“Thank you.”
With that, Francine vanished. I reached the motel and pulled into a parking spot right in front of room number nine. I killed the engine and slid out of the truck.
Tart answered after a couple of knocks. “Blissful. I didn’t expect you.”
I nodded bashfully. “Yeah, I didn’t expect to be here, but I wanted to ask you a favor.”
“Sure.” Her gaze darted from side to side as if to make sure no one was listening. Was she on edge? Hiding something? “Come on in.”
I followed her into the small motel room. It was nothing spectacular—double bed, nightstand and chair with a bald spot on the seat.
Tart sat on the bed. I remained standing.
“Roan needs help. He needs someone to train him.”
She tucked a strand of hair behind one ear. “I understand.”
“I was hoping you could reach out to someone for me.”
“Certainly.” Her gaze held steady on me. “Who?”
The bathroom door opened. I hadn’t expected it. I took a step back and waited for whomever it was to show themselves.
A middle-aged man with pepper-colored hair exited the bathroom. He was fit. Looked like he ran or lifted weights. No gut paunched his stomach.
Tart motioned toward him. “Blissful, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
My gaze darted from her back to him. “Hello.”
Tart smiled warily. “This is your father.”
SIXTEEN
“My father?” I repeated. My head felt light, as if filled with helium.
The man smiled. It was a kind smile. His eyes twinkled as if he was a second away from committing mischief.
“I’m Owen Malone.”
He stepped toward me. I hesitated, feeling a clash of emotions.
He gave me up. He didn’t want me. But he only did it to protect me. He’s my father.
