Colters' Daughter (Colters' Legacy #3)(11)

“Hi Dad. Where’s Mom and Ryan?”

“Your mother is in her bedroom. I’ll call her. Ryan’s probably with her,” he added dryly.

Callie suppressed a chuckle at the implication. Her parents were still so in love that it made her ache, and they evidently still enjoyed an extremely healthy sex life. Not that she wanted to dwell on that, but it warmed her heart that after so many years her mom still had her husbands solidly wrapped around her little finger.

“So how have you been?” Ethan asked as he started putting away the groceries. “We haven’t seen much of you lately.”

There was gentle reproach in his voice and she sighed. Sadness and relief warred with each other. Relief that she was home where she felt safe and loved. Sadness that she had put such a distance between her and the people who loved her most in the world.

She stared at two of her fathers and felt something loosen inside. “Have I told you how glad I am to be home?”

They both turned to look at her and love shone in their weathered expressions. Ethan came to stand beside where she sat on the barstool and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He squeezed and she leaned her head against his shoulder.

“We’re glad you’re home too. We always miss you when you’re gone, and we worry.”

She chuckled. “When don’t you worry?”

Adam glared at her. “It’s a father’s prerogative to worry about his only daughter.”

“Callie!”

Callie turned to see her mom burst into the room like a whirlwind. Her face was alight with a delighted smile as she closed in on her daughter.

Ethan relinquished her and Holly Colter enveloped Callie in a hug. Callie sighed with delight and let her mother cluck and pat and love on her. There really wasn’t a better feeling.

When Holly finally let go, Callie looked up and saw Ryan leaning on the doorframe of the kitchen, a satisfied smile on his face. “It’s always nice to see both my girls in the same room.”

“Thanks for picking up the groceries,” Holly said as she walked around the bar. “Not that I’ll have much use for them, but your fathers will need the stuff to make dinner tonight.”

Adam chuckled and shook his head. Holly’s cooking skill, or lack thereof, was a family legend. It was generally accepted that she was encouraged to stay as far away from a stove as possible. Which was fine with her husbands, because there was nothing they liked better than pampering her shamelessly. A habit they’d continued with their only daughter.

Callie wasn’t ashamed of the fact that she was hopelessly spoiled by her fathers. And to a degree, by her brothers as well.

“What time would you ladies like to eat?” Ethan asked.

Callie hesitated and dread tightened her throat. For just a minute she’d been able to put Max and her inevitable meeting with him from her mind.

“I know I said I was coming for dinner but I won’t be able to stay after all,” Callie said softly.

Her mom turned sharply, a frown creasing her pretty features. “Why not?”

“I totally forgot I told a friend of mine I’d meet them in town tonight. But I’ll come home afterward. Seth said they were all coming for lunch tomorrow and I don’t want to miss it.”

She noticed the look that flowed between her dads but she didn’t react.

Her mom checked her watch and then said, “You better be running along then. I worry when you’re on the mountain roads late at night. Try not to be too late.”

“Is your phone charging?” Ryan asked with mild exasperation.

Callie nodded. “It’s charging in my truck now.”

She rose from her stool and locked her knees to keep them from shaking. She hated that Max had made her so unsure of herself. What she really wanted to do was get this over with so she could move on and get over him. What she needed was a hot date. Unfortunately, there was a shortage of hot guys around Clyde, and the few that existed were either already attached or Callie had grown up with them.

“Love you guys. I’ll see you later.”

“Love you too, baby girl,” Ethan called softly as she walked toward the front door.

She brooded the entire way into town. Then as she drove into the parking lot of the small motel, realization struck her. Maybe a little too hard.

She needed this face-to-face with Max. She needed closure. Seeing him hurt. A lot. A damn lot. But with the way they’d parted, seeing him again was the only way she was going to truly get over him.

Feeling marginally better, she steeled herself, took a deep breath and strode from her truck to Max’s room and knocked crisply on the door.

She had but a moment to wait. Max opened the door and stood holding the edge, his gaze stroking up and down her body like he was memorizing her—or reacquainting himself with her.

Some of her courage died when she realized the close quarters they would be conducting their conversation in.

“Come in,” he said quietly.

She shook her head and his eyebrow went up in surprise. No, he wasn’t used to her saying no. When had she refused him anything?

The ache was back in her throat and she swallowed desperately against it.

“I think we should go somewhere public.”

“You want what we have to say aired in front of others?”

“We can be in public and still have a private place,” she said with a frown.