Page 59 of Kaz
“I know you know. About us. Back then.”
A hand squeezed his own, and he released a breath, opening his eyes slowly. Pop was watching him with an amused smile.
“You weren’t exactly subtle. Neither was your breakup.”
Heat surged to his cheeks, and he dropped his head into his hands, cursing under his breath. He wanted to dig a hole out back and hide in it for the rest of time.
“Imagine our surprise when you two went from loathing each other to seeing each other.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t get whiplash,” Miles muttered, offering his father a small grin.
Pop shook his head, lips quirking at the corners. “We nearly did when you came back from Kaz’s birthday party way too early and looked like someone kicked your puppy.”
“You didn’t seem much inclined to speak about it, so we left it alone,” Dad said from the doorway, his gaze moving from Miles to his husband. He was wearing his Salvation Kings cut, his graying hair flat from his helmet. The gun holster on his hip was empty, the gun already in the safe by the front door.
Pop pursed his lips, one brow furrowing as he mumbled, “Perhaps we should have.”
“I doubt it would’ve made much of a difference,” Miles said, gaze dropping to his hands. “Especially the second time around.”
“The what now?” Dad asked, blinking at Miles.
“We just got back together, but…”
“You’re here,” Dad finished.
Miles nodded, looking between his fathers. They had always seemed so happy, even when things got rough because of the club and the danger Dad put himself in daily. He’d never heard Pop complain about it, but he’d felt the tension, especially when he was younger.
“You two trust each other, right?”
Dad’s brows jumped, a confused expression crossing his face as he stared at Miles.
Pop stood, scratching the top of his head. He looked like he was trying to find some deeper meaning behind Miles’s question, but then he glanced at his husband, a look of utter love and devotion in his eyes.
“Of course, we do. You have to trust your partner, because without trust, you have nothing,” Pop said.
“But what if he doesn’t trust me back?”
What little trust they’d had was thoroughly gone now, and that thought left a burning sensation in his chest.
“What makes you think he doesn’t trust you?”
“He won’t tell me anything,” he hissed, his frustration bleeding into his voice. “He won’t tell me the truth.”
Pop let out a sigh, and a crestfallen expression spread on his face. “When did this start? I thought we’d…” Pop shook his head. “When did you stop trusting again?”
He blinked at his father. “What do you mean?”
Pop looked to his husband, worrying his bottom lip. “It began with us, didn’t it?”
Miles started to shake his head, but there was no use in denying it. Not when his father was looking at him with those keen eyes.
“This is about Kaz and him not telling you club business, isn’t it?” Dad asked, wrapping an arm around his husband’s waist to tug him closer.
Miles nodded, his words stuck in his throat.
“Oh, Honey,” Pop said, shaking his head, “There are things your father can’t tell me. Hell, there are thingsIcan’t tellhim, but that doesn’t mean we don’t trust each other. I’m sorry you got the wrong impression of that. I’m sorry for our part in your distrust.”
Dad pressed a kiss to the top of Pop’s head, nose remaining buried in his husband’s tight curls for a moment.
