Thirty Eight

“Then what compelled him to clue me in on where my daughter had run off to? Surely there was something he wanted out of it. No one acts without wanting something.”

For a moment there’s silence, then Bennett speaks. “The garage is a hobby, not a job. And what I want is not in your power to give me.”

I glance over at Mack to see how he’s taking my father’s attempt to steal his beta. I’m not expecting to find him shaking his head with a faint smile on his lips.

Instead of intervening, he turns to me. “You want more bacon, Aerin?”

I lower my head to take in the dish of golden, crispy bacon in the middle of the table. It’s my weak spot, and he knows it.

But today, no amount of crispy bacon is going to be enough to convince me to stay sitting at this table any longer than necessary.

Not when I know that it’s only a matter of time before someone says something that will trigger an argument, or even worse, a fight.

And I know just who the two combatants will be.

My eyes go to Connall to disc