“Miss Penley?”
Miss Penley and my dad?
“It was sporadic,” he explained, sounding more like he was apologizing. “With my schedule and her job and your schedule, not to mention that when you did make it home here and there, I wanted our time together to be just us.” He took a deep breath and continued, “It just seemed like there was never a good time to tell you.”
I guess I understood.
He probably could’ve mentioned it at some point, though. Jesus.
“I didn’t know if it would last, and I didn’t want to mention it until I was sure. It’s only gotten really serious in the past couple of months,” he explained further, as if reading my mind.
Nodding, I tried to absorb the idea of my dad telling me about someone new in his life. He’d never made this big a deal out of anyone.
But the truth was, I had been worried about him. I always worried about him. Especially with me no longer home during his time at home, I couldn’t shake the guilt that he was eating alone, watching TV alone, going to sleep alone . . .
Although my mom would always be loved and important, I didn’t want my dad by himself forever.
“Well.” I sighed. “It’s about time. And I love Miss Penley. She’s amazing.” But then I narrowed my eyes on him, questioning. “But why, if you couldn’t find the time to tell me at Christmas or spring break or over video chat before, are you telling me now?”
He offered a timid smile. “Because I’m going to ask her to marry me.”
***
“Tate!”
I jerked my head to the left, seeing Madoc heading my way.
“Great,” I whispered, focusing back out on the track.
After the call with my dad, I came out—as so many others did during the day—to take a few practice runs around the track and enjoy the calm I found here without the crowd.
I was struggling, and I didn’t know why. I liked Penley, and I wanted my dad to have someone. His proposing was a good thing, and I should’ve been happy for him.
So why did I feel like it was all suddenly too much?
The house, Stanford, his relationship . . . I felt as if I were at sail without a rudder or an anchor.
So I came out to drive. To clear my head.
To be alone, which Madoc hated.
“Let’s go.” The bite in his voice was sharp, and I knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Now.”
I looked at him again, confusion, aggravation, and frustration probably all evident on my face. “Where?”
He jerked his head behind him. “My house. We threw a party together. Fallon said she texted you an hour ago.”
“No.” I shook my head, knowing exactly whom I’d see there. “No party.”
He halted, pushing his suit jacket open and planting his hands on his hips.
“What are you wearing?” I asked, taking in the black suit pants and jacket and the light blue shirt with the royal blue tie. His clothes and hair were sleek and stylish, and I could never get over how he wound up with someone as alternative as Fallon.
He straightened, suddenly looking affronted. Running a hand down his front, he tipped his chin down at me. “Hot or not?” he asked, turning playful as he referred to his clothes. “I had to go in for my internship for a few hours this morning.”
I turned my eyes back out to the track, deciding not to encourage him.
“Let’s go.” His strong voice nagged again, getting back on topic.
I heaved out a sigh and hopped off the hood. “Knock it off. I don’t need you interfering.”
I went to open my door, but Madoc flattened his palm against the window, stopping me.
“You’re going to run into him a lot in your life,” he pressed. “Reunions, friends’ weddings, and what about when Fallon and I have kids? Or Jax and Juliet?”
My heart pumped wildly as I realized Madoc was right. I’d be running into Jared a lot over the years.
Shit.
Madoc grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to face him. “Get this through your head, okay?” He spoke to me like my father. “You are as important to us as he is. You’re not pulling away again. We’re not letting you go.”
Like a petulant child, I shot my eyes up at him. I hated his persistence.
Although I kind of liked it, too.
He never let me go. Juliet and Fallon were going to be with these guys forever and have children with them. And they’d no doubt settle here.
And they were all my friends as much as Jared’s.
I dug my keys out of my pocket. “Fine, but I’ll drive my own car.”
***
“Hey,” Fallon greeted me, pulling me in for a kiss on the cheek. Unusually chipper, so I guessed she was probably tipsy, although she seemed otherwise alert.
She wore one of her old gray T-shirts—cut, ripped, and tied—turned into a sexy, nearly backless tank top. Her cutoff jean shorts were already making Madoc drool as he came up behind her, groping her ass and burying his face in her neck.
“Get a drink,” she ordered, smiling as Madoc wrapped a possessive arm around her waist. And then she pinned me with her laser green stare. “And relax, okay?”
I spotted Ben outside by the pool, so I left my friends to it and trailed out to meet him.
Madoc and Fallon liked having people around, and Madoc especially loved his parties. It wasn’t because he wanted to drink or act out. It was because he loved community. He loved his friends, and he liked good times and good conversation. I had absolutely no doubt that Madoc would end up mayor of Shelburne Falls one day, because that’s how much he loved his family. And this town was his family.
Miss Penley and my dad?
“It was sporadic,” he explained, sounding more like he was apologizing. “With my schedule and her job and your schedule, not to mention that when you did make it home here and there, I wanted our time together to be just us.” He took a deep breath and continued, “It just seemed like there was never a good time to tell you.”
I guess I understood.
He probably could’ve mentioned it at some point, though. Jesus.
“I didn’t know if it would last, and I didn’t want to mention it until I was sure. It’s only gotten really serious in the past couple of months,” he explained further, as if reading my mind.
Nodding, I tried to absorb the idea of my dad telling me about someone new in his life. He’d never made this big a deal out of anyone.
But the truth was, I had been worried about him. I always worried about him. Especially with me no longer home during his time at home, I couldn’t shake the guilt that he was eating alone, watching TV alone, going to sleep alone . . .
Although my mom would always be loved and important, I didn’t want my dad by himself forever.
“Well.” I sighed. “It’s about time. And I love Miss Penley. She’s amazing.” But then I narrowed my eyes on him, questioning. “But why, if you couldn’t find the time to tell me at Christmas or spring break or over video chat before, are you telling me now?”
He offered a timid smile. “Because I’m going to ask her to marry me.”
***
“Tate!”
I jerked my head to the left, seeing Madoc heading my way.
“Great,” I whispered, focusing back out on the track.
After the call with my dad, I came out—as so many others did during the day—to take a few practice runs around the track and enjoy the calm I found here without the crowd.
I was struggling, and I didn’t know why. I liked Penley, and I wanted my dad to have someone. His proposing was a good thing, and I should’ve been happy for him.
So why did I feel like it was all suddenly too much?
The house, Stanford, his relationship . . . I felt as if I were at sail without a rudder or an anchor.
So I came out to drive. To clear my head.
To be alone, which Madoc hated.
“Let’s go.” The bite in his voice was sharp, and I knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Now.”
I looked at him again, confusion, aggravation, and frustration probably all evident on my face. “Where?”
He jerked his head behind him. “My house. We threw a party together. Fallon said she texted you an hour ago.”
“No.” I shook my head, knowing exactly whom I’d see there. “No party.”
He halted, pushing his suit jacket open and planting his hands on his hips.
“What are you wearing?” I asked, taking in the black suit pants and jacket and the light blue shirt with the royal blue tie. His clothes and hair were sleek and stylish, and I could never get over how he wound up with someone as alternative as Fallon.
He straightened, suddenly looking affronted. Running a hand down his front, he tipped his chin down at me. “Hot or not?” he asked, turning playful as he referred to his clothes. “I had to go in for my internship for a few hours this morning.”
I turned my eyes back out to the track, deciding not to encourage him.
“Let’s go.” His strong voice nagged again, getting back on topic.
I heaved out a sigh and hopped off the hood. “Knock it off. I don’t need you interfering.”
I went to open my door, but Madoc flattened his palm against the window, stopping me.
“You’re going to run into him a lot in your life,” he pressed. “Reunions, friends’ weddings, and what about when Fallon and I have kids? Or Jax and Juliet?”
My heart pumped wildly as I realized Madoc was right. I’d be running into Jared a lot over the years.
Shit.
Madoc grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to face him. “Get this through your head, okay?” He spoke to me like my father. “You are as important to us as he is. You’re not pulling away again. We’re not letting you go.”
Like a petulant child, I shot my eyes up at him. I hated his persistence.
Although I kind of liked it, too.
He never let me go. Juliet and Fallon were going to be with these guys forever and have children with them. And they’d no doubt settle here.
And they were all my friends as much as Jared’s.
I dug my keys out of my pocket. “Fine, but I’ll drive my own car.”
***
“Hey,” Fallon greeted me, pulling me in for a kiss on the cheek. Unusually chipper, so I guessed she was probably tipsy, although she seemed otherwise alert.
She wore one of her old gray T-shirts—cut, ripped, and tied—turned into a sexy, nearly backless tank top. Her cutoff jean shorts were already making Madoc drool as he came up behind her, groping her ass and burying his face in her neck.
“Get a drink,” she ordered, smiling as Madoc wrapped a possessive arm around her waist. And then she pinned me with her laser green stare. “And relax, okay?”
I spotted Ben outside by the pool, so I left my friends to it and trailed out to meet him.
Madoc and Fallon liked having people around, and Madoc especially loved his parties. It wasn’t because he wanted to drink or act out. It was because he loved community. He loved his friends, and he liked good times and good conversation. I had absolutely no doubt that Madoc would end up mayor of Shelburne Falls one day, because that’s how much he loved his family. And this town was his family.
