He’s already sitting on the porch with a pitcher of lemonade. Very domestic.
Is he plotting to kill me?
Maybe he does know, and this is all a trap.
I slowly walk up the steps, trying to gauge his expression, but it’s blank.
“Hey, Bash.”
He sounds friendly enough.
Maybe I’m right, and he doesn’t know.
He smiles. “So, I guess you’re wondering who the father is.”
I blink.
Is this a ploy?
“Yeah, I mean, sure, I’m curious.”
“She doesn’t know.” He chuckles. “I’m almost proud of her.”
“For acing like you did as a teenager?” I tease, and Richard laughs out loud.
“I guess so. I’m just glad she’s letting loose a little. She’s always been so responsible. Nothing like Ford.”
“How is Ford, anyway?” I hope changing the subject will end this conversation, but to no avail.
He waves a hand. “Ford is always good.”
I take a deep breath. “I have to confess, I came over here to tell you something.”
Richard quirks an eyebrow. “Oh? Is it about work?”
I shake my head. “It’s about... Olivia.”
He stares at me. “Olivia? Do you know something about the father? Because once I get my hands on him...”
“Thought you were proud of her.”
“Ofher.”
I chuckle, but I’m terrified. “You’re probably going to hit me.”
He sits up straight in his chair. “Sebastian, you’re scaring me.”
I wince. “I may be the father of Olivia’s baby.”
I just said it without thinking about it, and I’m not surprised when Richard throws a right hook and knocks me out of the rocking chair I sat down in.
“Fuck, I guess I deserved that.”
“Hell yes, you did. What the hell are you doing with Olivia? She’s mybaby!”
Richard is furious. It’s not like I didn’t expect this, but now that it’s happening...
“She’s a grown woman, Richard. She can make her own choices.”