Yes, he does.
“So?” Addison eyed her sister. “How much time do I get before you tell Mom and Dad?”
Hannah scoffed. “Dad knows.”
Shit.
“Is he mad?”
The corner of Hannah’s mouth curled, but she remained silent. It was obviously a bad thing. Addison knew the logistics. She was a grown woman, capable of making her own choices and decisions. Still, the daughter in her never wanted to disappoint her dad, especially after everything he’d done for her. Yes, there were normal fatherly duties. But he’d always supported her even when he didn’t agree with her. They were both stubborn and constantly butted heads when she was younger, but she’d never doubted his love for her.
“How mad? Scale of one to ten.”
Hannah shook her head, and sighed seconds before she glanced up, meeting Addison’s stare. “Negative two.”
What?“So what did he say?”
“What part? When I told him you flew out here to meet the donor’s sister, he said it was a good thing for both you and her.”
Addison widened her eyes. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Hannah scoffed. “And when I told him that Knox was part of a biker gang, he actually got giddy. You know what Dad said? ‘I always wanted to learn how to ride.’” Hannah cocked her head, “What in the actual fuck kind of response is that?”
A good one.
Seeing her sister’s clear frustration kept her smile at bay, but she felt it down to her soul. She and her father may not have always seen eye to eye, but they were cut from the same cloth.
“What else?” Addison asked.
Hannah released an exasperated breath. “Well, when I tried to givemythoughts on this whole thing, he shut me down. He said not me or him or Mom or anyone else had a right to tell you how to live your life. And all he wanted was for you to be happy, and I should want the same.”
Thanks, Dad.
“Does he know you’re here?”
Hannah blushed. That would be a no.
“You think Mom will feel the same way as Dad?”
Hannah burst out laughing. “You fucking wish!”
Right.Her shoulders sagged, and she joined in on her sister’s amusement. She’d deal with her mother, but for now she’d appreciate her dad’s support.And Hannah’s.
****
Cross had only heard from Addison through daily texts and late-night phone calls. Day three and her sister was still in town. He’d been hoping to avoid any further interaction. Once was enough. Of course, that option was taken out of his hands when Addison mentioned stopping by the clubhouse.
She had given him a brief rundown of what happened after he left the bar. In fairness, he could see her sister’s side and appreciate her concern. He just didn’t want her to interfere in their relationship.I’m not fucking losing her.
He’d pulled on a clean shirt, put on his vest, and was heading down the hall when he heard the familiar giggle. It would’ve been music to his ears, but coming from the hall he was met with not only his woman, but her sister.
Addison walked over, giving him a quick kiss and curling into his side. “I’m taking Hannah to the airport. I asked Cleo if she wanted to tag along.”
“I jumped at the chance.” Cleo was practically bouncing on her toes, smiling at Hannah. “I wish you could stay longer.”
Stop fucking talking, Cleo.
Cross kept his comments to himself, but he figured it was a universal feeling. It was good that Addison spent time with her sister and worked shit out.But now it’s time to fucking go, sweetheart.
