I stare at him until his car is out of the lot, and then I slip into the driver’s seat of my truck.
And if I stay and get myself off to the thought of him, that’s no one’s business but my own.
CHAPTER
THREE
GLENN
My dad looks slightlyfrazzled when I finally make it to his house and hand him the wine. River, of course, is running late from work. Skye and Mav never show up on time, so only two of my brothers are here. Sage, my hippie, vegetarian alpha brother, and Forest, the brother I consider the most like me in terms of hobbies and interests.
Though after our visit to a clan up north, I discovered that he’s into being fucked by alphas.
Like I said, I don’t quite understand it, but as long as he’s happy, I support it.
Not everyone does, though, which is why it’s not something we openly discuss.
“Hey,” my dad says, pulling me into a hug and giving me a slap on the back. “Thanks for coming.”
“Anytime, looking forward to meeting Fia.”
“Yes, and don’t forget her son, Rhodes, is coming too.”
“Ah.”
He runs a hand down his face and shakes his head. “Haven’t met him either, so this could be a total cluster. But I couldn’t say no.”
“Nah, Dad, it will be fine.”
Sage saunters up to me and wraps his willowy arms around my waist and squeezes.
“Long time no see, Glenn.”
“Yeah, been busy at work.”
“Excuses, excuses. You’re a recluse, you know? We have to plan these dinners so we actually see each other.”
He smiles up at me, and I ruffle his long hair. He squirms away from me and runs his long fingers through his locks, trying to put it back to the way it was before I messed it up.
“Where’s Forest?”
“Outside on the porch, texting someone,” Sage replies. What he means by that is Forest is probably messaging someone from the Crimson Howlers. He’s been going out to their compound a lot. I should probably check in with him and make sure he’s being safe. Because I now know the stuff they get up to out there. It’s not nice and gentle either. Shifters can be rough and mean.
Before I can head outside to speak with him, a car pulls up in the driveway, the tires crunching loudly on the gravel. My dad peers out the window and shakes out his hands.
“She’s here. They’re here. Oh shit, this was a mistake.”
“No mistake, Dad. It’s been years. It’s time to try.”
He peers over at me, and his eyes water slightly. “Not sure if I even want to.”
“You’re going to,” I tell him. “They’re already here.”
He glances out the window once more and then straightens his shoulders.
“You’re right. This will all be fine.” He mutters this more to himself than anyone else, and then steps outside.
I squeeze Sage’s shoulder when he gives me a knowing look. We aren’t into this, but we support our dad. And who knows? Maybe this woman will be great. It really is time for him to move on. When I said years, I meant over a decade. He’s been alone, mourning all this time.
