Chapter 5

5

Dolly

“ J ust like that?” my father said, and I glanced up at him.

He sat across from me at the small dining room table in his cabin, his dark eyebrows lowered, the displeasure on his face evident. His words reminded me of when Tristan had said the same thing.

I shrugged and went back to eating dinner. “The lasagna is great, Dad. I haven't had it in a long time.”

“You’re changing the subject.”

I chuckled and lifted my gaze back to him. “I am.”

He exhaled and leaned back in his chair, running a hand over his face, the sound of his palm scrapping over his scruff loud.

“What do you know about Tristan?” I leaned back, too, and set my fork on the plate, staring at my father.

“He’s a good man, from how much I know about him, anyway. But he keeps to himself. I know he works at the auto shop in town. A damn good mechanic, too.”

“Sounds like someone I know.” I smiled when my father grunted.

“He moved to Cherry Falls some ten, probably more like fifteen years back. I don’t know about his past, but since he’s been here…” He shrugged. “Decent man from what I hear and has always helped those in town with whatever they needed when he’s been asked.”

I nodded slowly. I’d never told my father, or anyone for that matter, the weird desire I had for Tristan, that instant connection I felt when I’d first seen him. I kept that private, just for me. Because it didn’t make sense and scared me slightly.

So I worried about how things would play out now that I’d be staying in a room at his place. Would it make my desire worse? Would I realize it was nothing at all being around him all the time?

Not knowing was even more terrifying than what I felt, if I were being honest.

“When do you plan on moving in?”

Although my father tried to act like nothing bothered him, I could hear the pitch in his voice that told me how he felt.

He felt like he was losing me when I’d just come back.

“I’ll be close,” I said softly, and he nodded. “And as much as I love staying with you, we both know that I have to stand on my own.”

He exhaled and nodded. “I know, sweetheart.”

“I’ll be a twenty-minute drive away, no matter what.” I smiled. “We can do dinner all the time, go see a movie, hell, get some ice cream in town like we used to when I was a kid.”

His small was warm and genuine. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

The silence stretched out for a few moments before I said, “I’ll be moving into the room at the end of the week.”

“And the room and board is contingent on domestic duties, like what? Cooking, cleaning, stuff like that?”

I nodded again and stood, taking both of our plates to the sink. “I guess he’s had a housecleaner for some time, and I said I can pick up those duties, as well as tend to the garden, but that I’ll also be looking for other employment as I’m saving up.”

“Good. That's good,” he said, and I heard him behind me cleaning up the table. “Let me know if he turns out to be an asshole because I'll kick his ass.”

I couldn't help it. I started laughing and looked over my shoulder at him. “Dad? Really?” He shrugged but looked serious as hell. “Oh. You’re serious?” I grinned and turned to face him. “You are the most nonviolent and nonaggressive person I know.”

He didn't say anything as he finished cleaning off the table but then moved to stand beside me. “Where you’re concerned, I’m protective. What can I say?”

I felt any amusement leave me as I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head on his shoulder. “I love you, Dad.”

He cupped the back of my head and kissed the crown. “I love you, too, sweetheart.” A long pause of silence filled the space before he said, “But I will kick his ass if he bothers you, even if he’s bigger than me.”

My amusement rose back up, and I laughed. “Fair enough. Fair enough.”