trying to be father and daughter now.
He’s assuming it’s Bobcat. He thought it was Frost until you said mammal. He doesn’t believe either Squatch or Dementor are your type.
Is Squatch okay with me outing him as my lover?
Oh, yes. He’d step forward and introduce himself now if I gave him the go ahead, but I’m advising you to wait until the documents are properly signed before you make the introductions.
“We’ve had our hug, father. Let’s read through the documents and finish one thing before we start another. Give me that much time to think this through, and maybe we can share a meal in a restaurant when we leave?”
“It’s nearly four in the morning, Val.”
“So, Waffle House or Denny’s?”
Daddy’s hair was dyed the same color as mine, so there was no problem with us being seen in public. The question was whether Squatch would be with us or not.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Squatch
Watching the negotiations and controlling my emotions so my scent didn’t leak all over the room took more out of me than I expected. I’d have rather ran a double marathon with spikes in the bottom of my feet.
Every cell in my body wanted to proclaim that Kitty was mine, but that wouldn’t be helpful. I hated having to hide my relationship with Kitty from her father, but I’d do it if that’s what it took to keep her safe. Kendra and Eric had come to the party at the compound the night before, and they’d told me that my job during this is to make things easier on my kitten, not more difficult.
Stepping forward and claiming Kitty in front of her father would’ve caused problems, so my wolf and I stood down.
Brooke had invited me to sit with her while we ate. I’m comfortable with her. I’ve fed her more times than I can count. I’ve seen the dark side of her, too. She tortured a pedophile in my presence once, and invited me to help. I did, following her lead, but I didn’t want to rape the man, as she’d hoped. To her credit, when she understood how much it would bother me to do it, she’d brought others in to handle it. I had to watch, but she didn’t make me do it, so it was okay. She let me see in his head a little, and the bastard deserved every minute of the four days of torture she put him through before she finally allowed him the solace of death.
I never want Brooke on my bad side, but so long as I don’t do anything to put myself there, I trust her. Mostly. So I sat with her as her friend while I ate, and we talked of her night garden, and of a charity event the MC was planning — if we’d add in her favorite charity to the list of charities who’d benefit, she’d like to be a silent partner. I wasn’t authorized to agree to it, but I thanked her for the kind offer and assured her I’d take it to Mad Dog.
And now, once the signatures were in place, copies made, and the business was finished, Brooke stood and walked to an empty portion of the table. “Squatch, Val, could the two of you come here, please?”
We came to her, and she stood between us, holding our hands. “Vincenzo, let me be the first to formally introduce you to Sasquatch. His friends call him Squatch. He’s madly in love with your daughter, enough that he and his wolf stood quietly at her back, controlling his scent, in order to make life as easy on his true love as possible.”
Kitty’s father looked at me, and then his daughter, and then back to me. “True love?”
“Yes, Sir.”
His eyes went dark, nearly a flat black. His voice was carefully controlled, so there was zero emotion. “Wolves mate for life.”
“They do, Sir, but your daughter was not aware of this until recently. She knew we are monogamous. I assumed she knew we mate for life.”
He looked to Val. “You love him?”
“I do, Daddy.”
“You said it was new. You implied it might not last.”
“I said it was new. I didn’t imply how lasting it would be.” She looked at me and smiled. “It’s still new, but I guess things kind of went fast.”
Her father looked at me a few more seconds, nothing friendly about it. Finally, he shrugged and said, “She’s still stripping, so it must not be too serious.”
“I respect your daughter too much to take away