My dad nodded grudgingly. “I’ll get him a really generous contract with my company. Not for you—because I’ve got to uppercut the competition. He’ll be able to work from home, to spend more time with you, when working for me anyway.” There was a pause, and he cleared his throat a bit. “I also already set up a meeting with a contractor, to start building a house in Moon Ridge. I’ll have a house here in a month or two, and work on moving my base of operations here.”
My eyebrows shot upward. “Really? Why?”
He lifted an eyebrow at me. “I see the way you look at him, Sabby, and the way he looks at you. I might’ve been a shitty dad, but I know you well enough to know what that look means. And well enough to be confident that kids will follow soon.”
My face heated. “You want to be a grandpa?”
His expression softened, but he gave me a small smile. “Of course. I’m not heartless.”
I laughed and threw my arms around him, giving him a fierce hug across the couch. “I love you, dad. You weren’t shitty at all—you were just doing the best you could with the hand life dealt you.”
He cleared his throat again, and I got the impression his eyes might’ve been watering a bit. “I love you too, kid.”