Page 44 of Tito

“Damn it, Reggie.” He stood. A side-eyed glare followed. “You know damned good and well—”

I shot from my seat and glared right back. “He’s. A. Nice. Guy.”

“Fine,” he huffed. “Bring him by.”

“If we go out again, I will.”

He looked me up and down. “Fair enough.”

“Fair enough,” I mimicked.

With an eyeroll in progress, he shook his head. He opened his arms. “My love for you should never be in question.”

It wasn’t. If there was one man that I knew loved me more than he loved himself, it was my father.

I hugged him. “It’s not.”

“I may seem like an overbearing prick,” he said. “But it’s all for your safety. I can’t have you seeing someone who manages car washes by day and robs banks by night.”

“If said someone even exists,” I said with a laugh.

“Believe me,” he said. “He’s out there, somewhere.”