clapped while Jordie was still speechless. She was going places, and he hoped he got a front row seat to see where.
When she grinned over at her daddy, Shea smiled as she shrugged nervously. “I messed up a little.”
“You did?” Jordie asked, shocked, because he thought she was ready for American Idol. But to his surprise, Shea nodded as he smiled.
“You did, but we’ll work on it. Still the greatest singer I know. Let’s start from the chorus,” he suggested, looking down to start, but instead, Shelli leaned over, kissing his cheek.
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered and he smiled.
“I love you, sweetie,” he said back, his eyes full of hope and dreams for his firstborn. But above all, there was love. Undying and unadulterated love.
A love Jordie craved.
A love he’d never gotten.
But one he wanted to give his child.
And his wife.
“What in the Sam Hill happened to your hair?”
Jordie laughed as he shut the door behind him and Karl King looked at him as if he had stepped off a spaceship.
“Ya look like one of those cross-dressers,” he called as he closed the distance between him and Jordie. Wrapping him up in a man-slapping hug, Jordie grinned. He had always had a special relationship with Karson’s dad. Just like Karl was with his own children, he was hard on Jordie and hadn’t held back when Jordie called to tell him he was in rehab. He was pretty sure Karl called him every name in the book, but in the end, he told Jordie he loved him and that he was proud of him. Two things that Karl didn’t say very often.
“Shea Adler’s daughters got ahold of me,” Jordie said as they parted and Regina swooped in, hugging him tightly. He kissed her temple before she cupped his face.
“You look healthy,” she said, kissing his cheek. “So damn healthy.”
“Thanks, Ma,” Jordie said, hugging her again.
“You do, but still like a sissy,” Karl teased and Jordie scoffed. “But I’d take your sissy ass over this dumbass Kacey is passing off as her boyfriend.”
“Karl!” Regina scolded before smacking him in the gut. He let out an oomph, and as much as Jordie wanted to laugh, he held his tongue as she glared up at Karl. “Be nice. She apparently likes him.”
“No, she don’t,” Karl and Jordie said at the same time. Regina rolled her eyes and then looked back at Karl. “Be nice, you’ve already embarrassed her enough.”
He shrugged as she turned her gaze to Jordie. “And I brought you some razors.”
Jordie grinned, his eyes sparkling as they met her determined ones. “Ma, I still have the razors from the last four times I’ve seen you. I don’t need them.”
She made a face, poking at his beard and shaking her head. “You need to shave,” she reminded him, and before he could say anything else, she walked away, leaving him with Karl, who was grumbling about not acting like he liked Liam. Jordie found it quite comical but held it in that he felt the same. He was sure that would bring attention to his feelings for Kacey.
“I swear, Karl King, I will hurt you,” she warned once more before disappearing into the living room. But instead of following her, Karl rolled his eyes.
He said, “Let’s go outside. I don’t like that dork and refuse to act like I do.”
Jordie chuckled as they started for the porch. When he saw the cooler he knew had drinks in it, he opened it. To his surprise, there was no beer, not that he was looking for it. He grabbed a pop before shutting the screen door and sitting across from his pseudofather.
Taking a cup off the table and pouring the drink into it, he took a swig and leaned back in his chair. Jordie grinned, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Where’s your beer?”
Karl shrugged. “Not drinking when one of mine doesn’t drink anymore.”
Jordie looked down, his heartstrings tightening as he nodded. “Didn’t know you cared that much.”
Karl laughed. “Oh, shut up. How ya feeling?”
Jordie nodded, meeting his gaze. “Alive.”
“Good, sobriety treating you good? I haven’t heard from you in a while.”
“It is,” Jordie admitted. “And I’m sorry, I’ve been training hard, trying to get ready.”
“You’ll be ready.”
“I damn well hope so.”
Karl nodded. “You will be.”
They shared a grin, toasting their drinks before both taking swigs. “Heard from your mom lately?”
Jordie swallowed hard. Karl knew his mother—they had gone to the same high school—but that didn’t stop him from thinking she was an idiot ninety