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“Well, technically they’re only in their forties,” I blurted.
Dad stopped suddenly, glaring my way.
“Angel.” Mom stepped in front of him.
“She’s with two men, princess.” He cupped her cheek. “Two of them.”
“I know.” Mom gave him a cheeky grin. “Two men…Hmm…”
Dad’s face reddened. “Oh, hell no. Woman, you get that thought out of your fucking head. I’m all the man you’ll ever need.”
Both of us laughed while Dad looked like his head was about to explode.
“Trust me, baby. That’s not my thing,” Mom said between laughs.
Dad pinched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You women are going to put me into an early grave.”
My laugh got louder. I stepped toward him and wrapped my arms around his hard middle. For someone who was in his fifties, he kept in good shape. “I’m happy, Daddy. I promise you. But we’re not here because of that.”
“I figured,” he mumbled. “Who do I have to kill?”
I stepped away from him and headed to the patio door. “No one yet.” I signaled for Sunny and Shade to come back inside.
“Everything good, pet?” Sunny asked, pinching my chin.
My heart skipped a beat at being touched by him in front of my parents. Not that I was ashamed or anything, but this was new. So damn new and exciting. Definitely exciting.
“Answer him,” Shade said, his voice firm and final.
“God.” I shivered, cleared my throat, and walked away from them before I got caught doing something I shouldn’t and especially in front of my parents.
They chuckled, following me into the house.
“Now, tell us why you’re really here,” Dad said, leaning against the wall by the TV.
“I met someone who knows someone you did,” I told my mother.
Her perfectly arched brows narrowed in the center. “Who?”
“Tanner Horsch.” I waited for any sort of recognition to dawn on her face.
“I don’t know a Tanner…” she said, her voice trailing off.
“Apparently Tanner is the son of someone you used to know,” I said gently.
“Really?” Mom hesitated. “Who?”
“I don’t know. I don’t remember his name, but he showed me a picture of you with him and he had his arm around you. You looked young and he was wearing a vest.”
“I don’t…” Mom’s face paled. “No.” A shaky laugh left her. “There’s no way.”
“What?” I looked between her and Dad.
“I grew up around bikers,” she reminded me. You know that. It could have been anyone.”
I tapped my chin. “Well, he looked young. Like your age.”
“Hold on.” Mom rushed down the hall. A few minutes later, she came back holding a small shoebox. She placed it on the dining room table and started rooting through it. “Was this the guy you saw in the picture?” She held out a small photograph.
