“Yeah.”
She continues frowning. “I can’t commit to every Sunday, Dad. The girls and I go out some Sunday nights.”
“Mondays then.”
More frowning. “I have uni on Mondays until five.”
“Mondays it is.”
Her frown deepens. “No, wait. I just said I have uni until late.”
“You said you finish at five. That’ll give you plenty of time to get to our place for dinner.”
She shakes her head. “No, it doesn’t. I can’t do Mondays.”
I hold her gaze. “Pick a night, come for dinner, and do it every week. I don’t care what night it is; just be there. Your mother misses you.”
She opens her mouth to say something but Nash interrupts when he comes into the room and says, “I’m heading out, brother. I’ve gotta do some shit for Velvet this arvo, but do you need me to drop into the clubhouse first and check on the repairs?”
I’ve got some of the boys repairing the roof after a storm we had this week.
“No, I’ll drop by on my way home. Blade’s gonna be there in about an hour and I wanna catch up with him over some shit.”
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Thank you for helping, Nash,” Aurora says.
He smiles at her. “Anytime, darlin’.”
I reach for my toolkit as he leaves. To Aurora, I say, “Let me know tomorrow which night you’re coming for dinner.”
A text comes through on her phone, distracting her for a moment. As she taps out a reply, she says, “It’s going to be hard to find a night that I can make regularly, Dad.”
“It’ll be harder to avoid the guy I send to collect you when you don’t show up.”
Her head snaps up at that. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me, sweetheart.”
She presses her lips together and shakes her head at me. “God, you are so extra.” She then strides out of the room, calling over her shoulder, “I’m talking about this with Mum.”
Harlow’s POV
1:05 p.m.
Aurora
Dad just threatened to send a club member to bring me to your place if I don’t turn up for dinner weekly. You need to talk to him. This is too much. He’s so unreasonable about some things.
I stareat my daughter’s text message but only for half a minute because my son is demanding all my attention.
He arrived at the dress shop five minutes ago after I called and asked him to bring me my purse when I realised I’d forgotten it. He’s spent the last few minutes talking with Savannah, and from what I can work out, Keaton’s not happy with her.
My phone rings, causing me to jump. I was so engrossed in trying to figure out what’s happening between them that I fumble with my phone and drop it.
“Shit,” I mutter as I bend to retrieve it. Noting it’s Aurora calling, I answer, “Hi honey. What’s up?”
Her energy immediately spills from the phone. “Did you get my text? Did you see what Dad’s done now? Seriously, Mum, you need to tell him to stop. I know it’s not your preference to get in between him and me, but you’re going to have to on this. He can’t be sending club members to my place to drag me to dinner. It would effectively be kidnapping me!”
