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Not that Iwantedhim to come in here, but I would have preferred that to my dad having to go out. Especially after his weird behavior just a moment ago.
“It’s just how things are with him, honey.”
This again. We hadn’t broached the Davis subject again, since that day where I had an emotional breakdown. We all just moved on from it, like it was taboo, which I suppose for them, maybe it was. Regardless, I wasn’t okay with my dad giving in to that spoiled mountain brat’s whims.
Letting my dough go, I copied my father’s movements. “Fine, I’ll go with you.”
“There’s no need, honey. It would help if you stayed here.”
“Oh no, I insist.” I followed.
Anything to remind Davis that he needed to stop treating my mother and father like stand-in parents. Their daughter was back in town, and she would be stepping up to stop this abuse.
Shaking his head, my father bypassed customers and headed outside. Davis sat with one leg kicked back and the other long leg extended while his ass rested lightly against the black leather seat of his bike. He had his head dipped looking at his cell, and he was wearing that leather jacket, despite the warmer temperatures.
As his eyes tipped up and he saw me accompanying my dad, my arms crossed, an angry scowl on my face, he straightened his spine, pushing off the bike and running a hand through his hair.
“Thomas, my boy, how are you?” My dad asked as we approached.
I narrowed my eyes at his ‘my boy’ comment.
Davis opened his arms, and my father stepped into a hug.
A hug.
My scowl deepened.
“Such a nice way to greet someone you forced to come outside in the middle of baking a pie and running a business.” I scowled.
Davis matched my expression, stepping back. “Well for anyone who’s been here for any amount of time at all, they know this is how people communicate with me when I come into town.”
“Cater.”
He scrunched his dark brows together. “What?”
I clarified. “How peoplecaterto you…”
My dad waved his hand like it was funny. “Just ignore Rae, she’s still getting used to being back. You remember she hit her head, and well, things seem to still be a little unsettled.”
What in the—?
Davis moved his eyes from my hair down my body and then to my shoes in a suggestive way. A way that made me blush, considering my father was standing right there.
“Yes, I remember.”
The way he said that gave me goosebumps, as if he could actually remember teenage me. I’d die if he ever did—pack right up and move to literally anywhere but here. His lingering gaze made my brain short circuit in a way that had me completely forgetting about my father’s comment, and instead I began reliving the way Davis’s lips felt pressed against mine. The way he smelled, and how safe I felt when he had caged me in.
“Well, I wanted to swing by and ask if everything was okay. My last few delivery orders have been denied, saying you no longer service my area.” He stuffed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a white envelope. “And Rae left without this last week, so I wanted to bring it by.”
Smiling, he handed it to my dad, whose face had slackened. He must have forgotten that he had followed me home and easily could have brought it with him.
I should have stayed inside, because the way my father turned toward me and glared told me he didn’t find my refusal of service very cute.
“I’m so sorry, Thomas. There must have been an issue with the app.” My dad kept his gaze on me as he talked, and I felt two feet tall, “I’ll be sure to have Carl look at it and see what the problem is.”
Davis smiled, flicked his gaze to me briefly before looking away. “No problem, Roger…that’s what I figured.” His gaze hardened on me as he finished his sentence. “You and Millie mean so much to me; I just wanted to be sure there weren’t any problems.”
“None whatsoever, you know you’re like a son to us.” My dad walked forward and embraced Davis in another tight hug.
