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Her eyes widened.
“Honey, you know your Dad, he’s just… well… he’s just kind of an asshole.”
“Tell me about it. He threatened Mason about tonight. He warned him that if he didn’t keep his you-know-what in his pants that he would shoot it off.”
I wasn’t surprised, I actually thought it was pretty tame for Dylan.
“Reminding him that he’s already been to prison for killing someone so if he hurts me in anyway, he’d get one of his prison buddy’s to ‘take care’ of him. Mom, who’s Bubba?”
I busted out laughing. She wasn’t amused.
“Let me talk to him, okay? You have a great time tonight.”
I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen. Dylan was leaning against the counter with a beer in his hand and an empty bottle beside him.
“Dylan—”
“Don’t even fuckin’ try me, Bree,” he warned.
“She’s seventeen and she’s going with Mason. You know, Mason, your best friend Lucas’ son?”
“Exactly. Do you remember what Lucas was like at Mason’s age?”
I bit my lip.
“How about what I was like?”
My eyes widened. Oh shit.
“Should I keep going?” He pushed off the counter to stand in front of me. “What about what happened after my junior prom?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Oh my God! She’s not going.”
“I’ll go tell her,” he said over his shoulder as he walked away.
I gripped his arm. “I’m kidding! Stop! She’s fine. I trust her. I trust Mason. He’s good to her. And let me remind you that Lucas was also good to Half-Pint, it was you boys that fucked everything up for them.”
“Debatable.”
I laughed. “You gotta let her grow up. She’s graduating next year. Who knows where she will want to go to college.”
“Fine. Then give me another one,” he simply stated, almost knocking me on my ass.
“What—”
The doorbell rang and I jumped. Dylan didn’t even bat an eye. He starred at my hold on his arm and I instantly let go.
“I’m going to… the door… umm… yeah that,” I stammered, leaving to go answer the door.
I took thousands of pictures of our baby girl and Mason. It brought me back to the time when my mom had done the same thing to us. I made a mental note to tell her about it later. Dylan lurked in the back corner of the living room like a creeper, literally burning holes into Mason the entire time. Poor boy never stood a chance. We kissed Giselle goodbye and told her to have the time of her life. I held back the tears when I saw them get into the limo and drive off.
I walked back into the living room and McGraw had made himself at home, sitting on my couch with a beer in one hand and the remote in the other.
My heart pounded with every step I took, and at the last second I decided to sit in the armchair. My legs tucked underneath me as I stared into the TV, feeling his intense stare on the side of my face.
I glanced over at him. His eyebrow was arched and he was grinning like a fool.
“Why so far away?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “I don’t bite, darlin’.”
