Page 53 of Mountain Daddy
And that’s how I spend an entire car ride with my best friend, wondering what color panties his daughter is currently wearing.
I’m disgusting.
And the worst part of this gross, guilty feeling… I know I’m going to pursue her.
Maybe not as arelationship, because I don’t know how that would work. With the age gap. My adult child. Kendra’s whole life ahead of her…
But I know I’m going to sleep with her again.
There’s no doubt about it.
Just… when?
And how?
Joe slows as he starts to turn into his driveway.
“I have to pee,” I say like I’m a fucking toddler.
Joe side-eyes me. “Well, can you hold it until I park the truck? Or do I need to let you out now so you can take a leak in the grass?”
I gesture out the windshield. “Carry on.”
“Appreciate it.” He shakes his head as he pulls up in front of his garage.
While he unhooks the trailer, I carry my fishing pole over to my truck. And while Joe is busy, I open my driver’s door.
With my body blocking my actions, I reach into the center console and find what I need.
And after Joe gets the boat situated, I slide the matchbook into my pocket, then follow him into the house.
Chapter 29
Kendra
When I seethat Luther is coming up to the house too, I hurry away from the window and drop onto the couch.
The TV is still streaming my favorite home renovation show, and since it’s an episode I’ve seen before, it’s easy to pretend I’ve been watching.
I keep my eyes forward, my back to the front door, when I hear it open. “Hey, Dad.”
“Hey, Kiddo.”
“Have fun fishing?” I turn sideways on the couch as I ask it, so I can look back. Then I do my best to act surprised. “Oh, hey, Luther.”
His lips purse, like he knows I’m faking it, but he still dips his chin. “Kendra.” Then he heads down the hall. The one leading to my room.
“He has to pee.” Dad helpfully interjects.
“Good to know.” I joke. Then I wonder… “How far away does he live?”
“Rocky?” Dad tips his head from side to side. “Twenty, give or take. He’s over by the Inn.”
“By the Inn, notatthe Inn.”
Dad nods. “Correct. Though it could be kinda fun to live at a motel. Or at least one with a restaurant attached.”
“Would be nice to have a chef on call,” I agree, though I wouldn’t want to actually live in a motel.
