The stunned look on Henry’s face lasts only a second.
“Give me that!” He reaches for the folder, but Preston stands and holds it back. Then, as the silence in the roomgrows, Preston slowly opens the folder and holds it out to show Henry.
I want to laugh. I really do.
“You can look and not touch, sir, but then again, that really isn’t your strength, is it?”
Fuck. I wish that was my line.
Henry lunges for Preston; I move to get between them, and my timing is impeccable.
Henry’s fist connects with my face.
Chapter
Thirty-One
BROOKE
Today is weird.
I woke up like normal, but instead of being in bed, I was on Dutton’s couch. So, okay, not normal, but I did wake up with Dutton next to me.
He didn’t even flinch at the sound of my alarm, and for that, I’m grateful.
I still don’t really know what to say to him after last night.
For starters, is he going to remember telling me about his dad and my mom?
I stop kneading the dough for the sourdough bread I’m making and pinch my eyes together.
I can’t … I just can’t believe it.
But in a way, I can.
My mom was never a great person. The fact that she so freely left her husband and kids is a dead giveaway that she has no problem cheating on her husband.
Ugh.
My poor father.
So much of the past makes sense now, and I feel for him more, but it only goes so far. He still should have been there for me. I’m hisdaughter.
Not to mention, Dutton had nothing to do with all of that as a kid or even as an adult, and Dad has just written him off.
That’s not okay.
But I get it. I don’t agree with it, but I get it.
Can I keep seeing a man whose father has slept with my mother?
A chill runs through me.
How do we even deal with this?
If we stay together, what do holiday dinners look like? Separate dinners for life, I’d guess.
“Everything okay, boss?” Sammie asks, snapping me back to reality.
