“It was like feeding a parking meter. I had to have snacks on me at all times. I’m glad to see at least one thing hasn’t changed.”
“A lot hasn’t changed. She still surfs. And she’s so much better than me. I don’t even like going out with her. Maybe you can pick that back up again to save my ego from getting crushed any more than it already has.”
He smiles and looks down. “I’d like that,” he says as I start to walk away. “And you can call me Mack—for now.”
When I open the door to Millie’s room, she pounces at me to get the food. “Oh my God, thank you! I’m so hungry.”
I smile as I watch her inhale the fruit. It’s actually kind of nice to have someone to talk to that knows all about her very unique behaviors.
“I had breakfast with your dad.”
She stops eating and looks up. “Really? How’d that go?”
“I think he hates me less now.”
“He doesn’t hate you.”
“Millie,” I say, raising my eyebrows.
She laughs. “Yeah. Raine told me your first words with him were . . . umm . . . challenging.”
“We did not get off to a good start.”
“He’ll be fine.”
“He’s not going to be anywhere near fine until you talk to him. Are you done punishing him yet?”
“Just about,” she says as she take a long sip of her coffee. “I’ll find him after I finish this.”