“I don’t expect you to make this easy for me.”
“I won’t.”
A tiny nod. Like he’d earned that much and no more.
Then, from the coatroom doorway, Mason called, “Nat, are you coming or what? Hannah wants to steal you for brunch tomorrow before the lawyers start billing by the hour.”
That made me snort despite myself.
I looked back at my father.
“We’ll talk later,continue reading …
