Sophie
“The pit crew is gossiping about you spending time with Maya and the McCoy boys.” My dad would’ve made a great detective in another life. He has a nose for anything out of the ordinary, making me cautious about how I should answer him.
I look up from my brunch menu and meet my dad’s questioning eyes. He starts off our breakfast in an irritable mood, bringing up Liam without any type of lead-in, making my spine stand straight. Not even Canada’s maple syrup can cheer him up based on his frown.
“Yeah, I like Santi’s sister. She’s been a lot of fun to be around.”
“And those guys?”
I roll my eyes behind my menu. “Also friends. You know, it may be very modern of me, but boys and girls can be friends without dating.” I drop my menu, giving him my best fake surprise face.
My dad glares at me. “I was a guy once, and when men hang around a pretty girl like you, it’s usually for one reason.”
I can do without my dad talking about his old hookup days. “Thanks, Dad. You’re ruining me. Here I thought my bright personality brought all the boys to the yard.” I jiggle my shoulders and pucker my lips.
“Please don’t compare yourself to anything in a yard. Like ever. I’m familiar with that song and would rather not hear anyone needing your milkshakes.” He rubs his face.
I crack up, enjoying how he gets all riled up. At least he comes from a good place.
“You sound really uncool right now. No one under seventy even talks like that.” I pat his hand to ease his anxiety. “It’s going to be okay. I promise. I’ve defined very clear boundaries.” I draw an invisible line in front of me.
I exclude how I think Liam is the hottest guy in F1. That would go against everything I set up so far, including our line in the sand that we’ve tiptoed around for two months.
“Anyway, tell me about this lady the gossip mags report you’ve been seeing.”
My dad has never quieted down as fast as he does. Ladies and gentlemen, my evasion technique comes off flawless, one so good lawyers would clap about it. His eyes dart across the menu, engrossed in whatever breakfast choice he needs to make.
Bingo. My dad’s totally dating again, and I want to know who.
“Don’t believe everything you read or hear for that matter.” His eyes catch mine.
Interesting words coming from him. I give him a pointed look.
He puts his hands up in surrender. “All right, I understand.”
“Lay off the inquisition, would you? I’m twenty-two going on fifty since I have the personality of a grandma. You don’t need to worry about me so much.”
“You’ll always be my baby girl. But I’ll work on it, just for you.” My dad gives me one of his classic goofy smiles.
We clink our mimosas together.
I offer a genuine smile. “I’ll toast to that.”
We laugh together when I knock over my glass.
“I’m glad some things never change.” Dad cleans up my spiked juice with a cloth napkin.
* * *
“Did you know Niagara Falls isn’t close to here? Maya told me, and I’m disappointed I missed that tiny detail.”
“You missed a six-hour driving detail? I’m shocked.” Liam mockingly scoffs as he covers his heart.
He looks rather normal in jeans and a T-shirt. Dare I say he appears domestic, all barefoot while reading a book in a chair off to the side of his bed. I lie on his comfy mattress, pretending to scroll through my phone while I sneak glances here and there. Somehow, he makes reading look sexy.
“Why are you reading A Game of Thrones? Can’t you just watch the TV show like everyone else?”
Liam turns to the next page. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”