Chapter 65

“Where you been?” Luke grumbled. “You’re lucky we saved you some. Dalton was about to go in after you.”

“Still kicking yourself over that thief’s getaway?” Kathleen asked.

Isaac didn’t answer.

“Dad?” Dalton pressed, walking away from the table that the others started cleaning up, but there was still a place set for Isaac.

“I’ll heat it up later. I’m not really hungry.” He’d tried for so long to ignore the part of him that wanted a home for himself, but lately, it kept staring him in the face—with his same blue eyes. “Can I talk to you alone for a minute?”

“Sure,” Dalton said.

Isaac led him out to the living room and sat on the sofa, leaving Luke and Kathleen to do the cleaning, which served them right for adding to his dishwasher load again.

“What is it, Dad? Are you still that worried about me?”