Chapter 16

I explained about my father’s jealousy of his dad and about my father’s love of his family home. His eyes were huge by the time I finished.

As I looked at him over the table, it hit me how handsome he was. I again had the itchy feeling the earth had slipped a little under my feet. Something was happening.

“You know I didn’t have anything to do with your dad,” he said softly. Even in the bright light of the Rock Bottom, he looked good.

“Naw. I know.” I put my hand up to run over my face, nearly gouging myself in the eye with my fork. Sheepishly, I put down the fork and peeked at him. He wasn’t laughing at me, but looked concerned.

“The funny part,” he said even more softly as his hand crept toward mine on the tabletop, “is my dad envied yours.”

I raised my brows. What? Envied us?