She shoves her face into my chest, and the waterworks amplify in intensity.
“Hey, Chlo,” I say softly. “Calm down, okay? Shh.”
Gah, I hate when she cries. Why does it suck so much when a woman cries?
“So, it’s safe to say, you’re familiar with why I’ve come home?” I start, and she nods into my chest, squeezing her arms tighter.
I sigh and let my lips fall forward to her hair.
“Calm down, and let’s just talk, okay?”
She shakes her head, and I almost laugh. Apparently, the music Chloe thinks she’s about to face sounds like the song they play at funerals in New Orleans.
“I’m not going to yell. We’re just going to talk,” I promise.
She takes her face out of my chest and looks up at me, her mascara a smeared mess not entirely unlike that of an almost-drowned Holley Fields. “You’re not going to yell?” she asks to confirm.
I smile. “I wanted to. But no. There’s no need anymore. I just need you to be honest with me. No lies, no details left out. I need to know what exactly you were thinking. And, Chlo?”
She looks up at me with quivering lips.
“I need to know it right now.”
Finally, she nods, stepping back and wiping the skin under her eyes with both hands. “Okay,” she agrees. “But I really need cookies for this, so can we please go into the kitchen?”
I laugh before nodding in agreement. “Yeah, cookies sound pretty good right now.”
She nods. “I’ll make some.”
“While we talk,” I order. “No delaying the inevitable, got me?”
She nods yet again. “I can bake and talk at the same time.”
“Good.” I walk her into the kitchen and into the pantry where she can gather the ingredients she needs. I decide I’ll give her the peace to do that without me barking questions in her ear, but not much else. After all, baking is pretty precise, and despite everything, I really would like to be able to eat some of these cookies.
“You get started getting everything you need,” I tell her. “I’m going back out to my truck to get my phone. I’ll be right back.”
She nods mutely, and I turn and make my way to the front door, walk down the steps, and lean in the passenger side of my truck to get my phone, keys I left in the ignition, and the article from the front seat.
When I get back inside, I lock the front door and head for the kitchen again. Chloe is already at the kitchen island, adding ingredients to the bowl.
I toss the paper onto the counter next to her, the heart-circled ad right there for her to see.
“Single Dad Seeks Juliet?” I question simply, pulling out a stool at the island and sitting down across from her.
She winces, cutting open a bag of chocolate chips, dumping them into the bowl and stirring them in with a wooden spoon.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time?” she says, the inflection of remorse tinged with an obvious air of excuse-making.
She regrets getting caught; that much is certain. But I don’t think she regrets doing it at all. And I desperately need to know why.
“Chloe,” I prompt, and she sighs.
“Okay, fine. I…maybe I shouldn’t have done it, but I had to do it.”
I furrow my brow. “I don’t understand.”
“I had to, Dad. I had to try everything—do everything I could—to look out for you the way you looked out for me.”
“I’m not your responsibility, Chloe. And my love life certainly isn’t. I’m the parent, and you’re the child. Simple as that.”
“No,” she dissents immediately. “It’s not that simple, and you know it.”
“It is,” I insist. “I take care of you. Not the other way around. It’s my job as a parent.”
“It’s your job to make sure I’m fed and clothed and loved, Dad, but you’ve always gone way, way, way above and beyond that, haven’t you?”
“Chloe—”
“No!” she snaps, and I almost open my mouth to tell her to cut the attitude, but she beats me to the verbal punch. “It wasn’t your job to join a single dads’ club when I was a toddler to make sure you were doing all you could to help me adjust to growing up without a mom.”
“Chloe,” I whisper.
“And it wasn’t your job to take me to tea parties when everyone else was there with their mom, or dance on stage to help me at my first recital when I couldn’t remember the moves.”
Emotion crawls into my throat and thickens it so much I