Page 232 of Mountain Daddy
And I wonder if I dreamed him.
If it was all in my head.
But then I see it.
Sitting on my nightstand. Wrapped in clear plastic.
A brownie.
Chapter 141
Kendra
Rain pounds off my windshield,and I slow to a crawl as I search for the turn into Dad’s neighborhood.
It’s Friday. I’m going over to Luther’s tonight. And I can’t wait.
He’s snuck into my room every night this week, just to sleep beside me.
Then he makes me coffee, kisses me on the forehead, and leaves me to work.
It’s been nice. Healing.
But I’m really looking forward to tonight.
It will be good to just be together. Plus, Luther needs to get more rest. Sneaking into my room well past his bedtime can’t be good for him, even if he does sleep in when he’s at my side.
I turn my windshield wipers up another notch as I turn off the highway.
This seemed like a great idea earlier, to go buy more of the coffee Luther likes. But I hadn’t realized a rainstorm was coming.
The sky continues to pour, and I lean closer to the windshield. The visibility is shit.
This weather better let up; otherwise Dad will freak out about medriving to Denverand try to convince me to reschedule mydinner with friends.
Spotting the driveway, I double-check for oncoming headlights, then turn onto Dad’s property.
Not wanting to get my clothes wet, I use the remote Dad gave me and open the garage door.
Finally parked, I turn off the engine, leave one of the bags of coffee on the passenger seat, and grab the other to bring inside.
With the overhead door still open, I stand at the edge of the garage and watch the rain come down.
It’s loud, the water pelting off every surface in sight. But it’s refreshing.
The temperature has dropped. The air is cool. And the smell of it…
I close my eyes and take a long inhale through my nose.
There’s something so invigorating about a downpour in the woods.
A horn blares.
My eyes open.
Tires screech.
I take a step forward.
