“Is that Greta’s dad?” Reva asked
I shook my head. “He’s my dad.”
Reva’s jaw dropped. “Wow.”
Yeah, that was the typical reaction Dad got when he met someone new.
“You two going to come in or just hang out in the parking lot?” Dad called.
“Your son thinks I’m going to break,” Reva called.
“From what I hear, you’re pretty invincible. He shouldn’t worry too much.”
I grabbed Reva’s hand and led her toward the front door. “You even yawn and I’m taking you home,” I whispered.
“Oh, Hero,” she laughed. “You’re too good for me.”
That was backward. Reva was too good for me, but I didn’t care. She was mine now, and nothing was taking her away from me.
“Dad, this is Reva.”
Dad held out his hand and shook Reva’s hand. “Cyn is going to kill me when she finds out I got to meet you before her.”
Dad and Mom had no clue that I was seeing anyone until they got word that she had almost died. To say they were shocked was an understatement.
Mom had tried to sneak back home without Dad knowing, but he had caught her red-handed with her credit card before she could buy the plane ticket.
“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Rigid.” Reva shook his hand firmly and smiled wide.
“Just Rigid, darlin’,” Dad chuckled. “Come on in. King just finished grilling the steaks.”
“Mmm,” Reva hummed. “I love steak.”
Dad opened the door and motioned for her to go ahead of him. “Then you’re in luck.”
Greta called Reva’s name as soon as we walked in. “He let you out of the house,” she joked.
I was still a little pissed at Greta for bringing me that ridiculous shirt to wear at the hospital. I had gotten more than a few looks from the nurses and doctors when they came in to check on Reva. Payback was going to be a bitch, for Greta.
“Under conditions,” Reva giggled.
Greta grabbed Reva’s free hand. “I’m stealing your girl. Go do cluby things.” Greta pulled her away, but I tugged back.
“Hero,” Reva whined.
“I need a kiss before you go hauling off with cocoa puffs here.”
Greta scoffed. “Slightly offended but that’s also my favorite cereal so I’ll let it slide.”
Reva leaned up in her tiptoes. “Have fun doing cluby things.” She pressed a quick kiss to my lips and headed off into the crowded clubhouse.
“How the hell did you manage to get that girl to fall in love with you?” Dad folded his arms over his chest.
I had no fucking clue how I had done it, but I knew I was a lucky fuck. “Must be that Scott charm.”
Dad put his arm across my shoulder and pulled me close. “No, it’s that heart of gold your mother gave you.”
“Blue mohawk and a poet,” I laughed. “Now I see why Mom fell for you.”