Winning With Him (Men of Summer #2) - Lauren Blakely Page 0,76
York.” He sinks down into the pillow. “I’m going back to sleep.”
I reply to my dad, then I swing my legs out of bed and pull on underwear and jeans. I pad into the bathroom and brush my teeth using the extra toothbrush he gave me last night. Then I return to the bed, press a kiss to Grant’s forehead. “I’ll be back in forty-five.”
“Bring me a bagel,” he murmurs. “Sesame, please.”
I laugh. “I will. Do you want coffee too?”
He shakes his head. “No. I’ll make it here. I make awesome coffee. Do you want to take my car? It might be faster than waiting for a Lyft on a Saturday morning.”
“You don’t mind?”
“I left the keys on the table downstairs. Just take it and get back here soon, okay? The garage door opener is in the console and the code to get into the house is 38925, and before you ask, it’s my batting average to the thousandth point.”
“You wish,” I say as I haul him in close for a kiss.
But he protests. “I have morning breath.”
“Don’t care, don’t care, don’t care.” I kiss him, then I promise I’ll return.
I’ve got this.
That’s what I tell myself as I head into the diner and give my dad a quick hug.
He doesn’t stink of tequila. He smells of soap. That’s a good start.
“So good to see you,” he says, his voice all gravelly, like the years have gotten to him. He sends a wink my way. “Glad to see you could fit your old man in.”
Ah, the guilt trip.
“I was really only here for a day.” I stay calm as I sit at a table with him.
“But that was Thursday?” He offers a questioning smile, asking why I didn’t reach out sooner.
I don’t take the bait. I home in on the things Carla and I have talked about. You don’t have to engage. “Yes. And then I had business to take care of. So I stayed an extra day,” I explain.
His eyebrows shoot up. “What sort of business? New sponsorship deal?”
“Something like that,” I say.
“You’re still getting a ton of those?”
“I am.” I rap on the table. “Knock on wood.”
He lifts his coffee cup, like he’s toasting to me. “I’m proud that you’ve been able to strike so many business deals.”
For a brief second, I wonder if there’s subtext there. If he’s waiting for me to offer up money. But that’s not why I’m here today. I didn’t say yes to figure him out. I said yes to figure me out. “What are you doing in the city today?”
His eyes crinkle at the corners. “Seeing a new woman.”
“And she lives nearby?”
He nods. “Not too far. She’s over in the Outer Sunset. I had some business here in the hood, but I’m heading back there after this.”
“Is it going well with her?”
“I met her at AA,” he says, and I don’t even know if he’s sober again, if he’s a newcomer once more to the program, but I’m not going to ask. I don’t know if I’ll hear the truth from him anyway, and I don’t need his sobriety to be happy. I want it for him, but I don’t need it for me. “She just got her two-month chip,” he adds.
That’s a red flag. I’ve done my research too, talked about AA with Carla. Dating a newcomer to the program isn’t advised. Which tells me Dad’s more interested in what he wants than her sobriety. But again, this is not my battle. I can’t micromanage his program or his life. “I hope it works out for you both, Dad,” I say, though I doubt it will.
He spends the next thirty minutes telling me about Tricia. What a wonderful woman she is. How he wants to change for her. How he thinks she’s the one. How grateful he is, too, that I made time for him today.
“Listen, you’re probably sick of hearing this from me,” he says. “But I wanted to say I was sorry for what happened a couple years ago. When I went to Vegas with some friends. Lost all that money. Asked you for help. I need to stop asking you for money.”
That surprises me—his out-of-the-blue apology.
But then, it doesn’t.
Amends is a seesaw for him.
I’ve been up and down on each end of it.
I try to remember what Carla would say. Just because you accept his apology doesn’t mean you have to let him into your life. You can love him without enabling him.