Page 17 of Tell Me Again
“Is a big grump who never lets you have any fun?”
That earned a giggle.
“I’m standing right here,” Trevor muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Oh, I see you,” Sam told him. “Standing there glowering like the ton of fun you are.”
“I don’t glower.”
Grace laughed harder. “You sometimes glower, Daddy.”
Daddy.She’d called him Daddy. That hadn’t happened since his nana’s funeral, and the word conjured up memories of sticky fingers, skinned knees, and being the center of her universe.
“In fact...” Sam stepped forward and made a face. Even with scrunched-up features, she was beautiful. “You’re glowering right now.”
She nudged his arm and he took a step back, surprised at the touch and the current of awareness that ran through him because of it. Wanting to get in on the action, her dog trotted over from the tree he’d been molesting and once again stuck his snout—
“Frank, seriously,” Sam mumbled then pointed to the dog. “Off.”
“My dad’s overprotective,” Grace said around another giggle. “I was going to say he’s overprotective.”
Sam smiled at his daughter and unlike Grace’s expression, Trevor couldn’t read anything that was in her eyes. Especially when she said softly, “He always has been, sweetie.”
He watched as the two of them looked at each other for several long moments. Nana would have been able to decipher that silent conversation, but he couldn’t seem to follow.
Finally Sam took a breath and asked, “Do you want a tour of the camp?”
“Sure,” Grace answered, and they started up the path toward the cabin’s front porch.
Sam glanced at Trevor over her shoulder when he didn’t move. “You planning to join us?”
“Coming,” he said, and followed the two most important women in his life across the property.
