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Dad looks at me. “I like her.”
“Yeah, me too,” I agree.
“She’s much better than that bitch, Cassie.”
I throw my hands up in the air. “Did everyone hate my ex-wife? Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “I told you I trusted you to make your own decisions about your love life. That was just a bad one.”
We spend the next couple hours hanging out with my dad and laughing. Michelle amazes me with how wonderful she is, and I can tell my father genuinely likes her too.
When it’s time to head out, Dad walks us to the front door, and we see it’s raining. He says, “Dane, why don’t you go ahead and bring the truck around, so Michelle doesn’t have to get wet. I’ll keep her company while she waits.”
I think there’s probably something more to his plan, but I have no idea what.
I get back with the truck, and we say our goodbyes.
When we are situated inside, I say, “So, beautiful, what do you want to do now?”
She grins. “I think I’m ready to go back to the hotel. Maybe play some human wheelbarrow.”
I smile. “Sounds like a plan.”
Chapter forty-eight
Confessions
Michelle
“How much convincing would it take for you to get in this big jacuzzi tub with me?” I ask Dane while running my fingers along the wall as I walk toward him.
“Hmm.” He strokes his beard. “Well, you’re going to be wet and naked. I don’t think it’ll be that difficult.”
Before he has a chance to change his mind, I fill the tub and get the jets going.
Two minutes later, he sits across from me, submerged in the hot water. He takes one of my feet in his hands and massages it.
I say, “Thank you for taking me to meet your dad.”
“I think I should be thanking you. I think you won him over.”
“I liked him. I was a little nervous because the only parents I’ve ever met were Danny’s, and we were in high school. I must not have made a very good impression because they agreed with their son about not letting a baby derail their lives.”
Dane says, “If it would have been me in that situation, my dad would have kicked my ass, sure, but he would’ve never encouraged me to walk away from my responsibilities.”
“He seems like a good guy,” I agree.
“So, what did you two talk about while I went to go get the truck?”
I think back to the conversation I had with his dad and can’t help but smile. “He wanted to thank me.”
“For what?”
“What are you going to give me if I tell you?”
His fingers rub up my thigh. “Anything you want, baby.”
“He thanked me for making his son so happy. He said he knew you two didn’t always see eye-to-eye, but he was proud of you. And…”
