Love on the Lake (Lakeside 2)

When I open the front door, I immediately notice the significant change in decor. Much of the furniture we bought when we moved has been replaced with Danielle’s things. It’s like walking into a completely different house.

And it makes it that much easier for me to take this next step.

I find my dad and Danielle sitting on a pair of loungers in the backyard, drinking lemonade. I stand at the sliding glass door, watching them for a minute. They look happy and comfortable. And I want him to have that. Happiness and companionship. He deserves it after all these years of loneliness.

I know he blamed himself for my mother’s death for a long time, thinking that it was his fault she died on the operating table. That he was the one who pushed her into getting the nips and tucks. But it was her body and ultimately her decision. He loved her with his whole heart, and he never would have wanted her to do something she wasn’t comfortable with. At least that’s what I choose to believe, despite the fact that it hasn’t ever been a conversation we’ve had in all the years she’s been gone.

I’m also her spitting image.

I can’t imagine how hard it would be to look at your child and see the wife you lost reflected in her face every single day.

I open the sliding glass door. “Hey, Dad, hey, Danielle, the house looks great! Did you get moved in okay, then?”

“Oh! Hello, Teagan! I was hoping you’d like the changes.” Danielle grins nervously and looks to my dad for reassurance.

He squeezes her hand and gives her an it’ll-be-fine smile.

I make small talk with them, telling them all about the weekend, trying to figure out how exactly to approach the subject with Danielle sitting there. She makes it easy for me when she announces that she’s going to start dinner. And she absolves me of having to offer to help by offering me her chair and making us both a drink so we can have some dad-and-daughter time.

I decline the drink, and my dad holds up his half-full glass and tells her he’s fine too.

I wait until the sliding door is closed before I reach over and squeeze his hand. “I’m so glad you two found each other.”

“Me too, honey. And I’m so glad you and Danielle get along. I know it’s going to be a bit of an adjustment, but it means the world to me that you’re trying. I was worried when you decided to take the weekend away that you were upset.”

“I’m not upset at all, Dad. You’ve spent a lot of years alone, and more than anything I want to see you happy, and now you are.”

“I really am. Danielle is a good partner. Grounded. Caring. I think your mother would have liked her.”

My heart clenches. It makes me sad that he’s in his midfifties and still seeking atonement in the form of approval. I hope I’m not like that by the time I’m in my fifties. “Me too, Dad. She would want you to be happy, just like I do.”

“I think so too.” He gives me a smile that’s tinged with sadness.

“I need to talk to you about something.” And I need to do it before Danielle comes back.

“Is it about the new living room decor? I know it’s different, and you went to all the trouble to make it look perfect—”

“It’s not about the living room, Dad. And I honestly think it looks great.” I give his hand another squeeze. “I did some thinking over the weekend about what I want for my future and yours, and I’ve decided I’m going to quit my job at Smith Financial and move up to Pearl Lake for a while.”

The smile fades from his face. “I thought you liked Danielle.”

“I do, Dad. This isn’t about Danielle.” I sigh. “Well, it’s partly about Danielle, but not in the way you think. I’m twenty-six. I need to move out and learn how to be an independent, self-sufficient adult. And you and Danielle need time to grow as a couple, without another adult in the mix.”

“You don’t need to move to Pearl Lake to do that, though, or quit your job. We can find you an apartment in the city.”

This is the hard part. “I don’t want to live in the city, Dad. I want to live in Pearl Lake. Maybe not forever, but at least for a while. I need to figure out my own life. I took the job at Smith Financial because it meant I could be close to my family, and I felt like I needed to be there for you. You seemed so set on me working there, and I didn’t want to say no. But I’ll be honest: I don’t love the job. I don’t even know what I love, and I need some time to learn what that is.”