Like a Memory(61)

“Daddy, be nice.”

“Hell, Bliss. I’m being nice. It was your crazy ass brother who brought out your granddad’s shotgun. Not me.”

“I was cleaning it,” Cruz interjected.

“Sure you were boy. Sure you were,” Cage said with an amused smirk. “Boys love their sister. So you got two sisters huh? What about your parents? Married? Divorced? Lesbians?”

“Jesus, Daddy!”

“CAGE!” Bliss and her mother both reacted at once.

“I’m just asking. If he’s parents are lesbians then I don’t care. Hell he can have two dads for all I care. I’m just being friendly getting to know the boy.”

I liked this man. My dad would too.

“I have a mom and a dad. Still married. And the two sisters.”

He nodded. “Know any lesbians?”

“God help me,” Eva said as she sat food down at the table.

“As a matter of fact I do,” I replied.

He nodded. “What about STD’s? You got any of them?”

I laughed. Couldn’t help it this time. The man was great.

“Daddy I swear I am about to take him and leave.”

Cage held up both hands. “Okay. Okay, fine. I’ll stop asking him questions.”

“Thank you,” Bliss and Eva said in unison.

“Damn I was hoping he was going to ask more about the lesbians,” Cord said.

Bliss picked up a roll from the table and threw it at his head.

Sitting back in my seat I looked over at her and smiled. I liked it here. Her family. They were a lot like mine. I could see why she was the person she was today. I’d ask her to marry me soon. Because I couldn’t wait much longer. I wanted all this with her. The works. Every complicated beautiful moment of it.





ABBI GLINES IS a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, Existence, and The Field Party Series . She never cooks unless baking during the Christmas holiday counts. She believes in ghosts and has a habit of asking people if their house is haunted before she goes in it. She drinks afternoon tea because she wants to be British but alas she was born in Alabama. When asked how many books she has written she has to stop and count on her fingers. When she’s not locked away writing, she is reading, shopping (major shoe and purse addiction), sneaking off to the movies alone, and listening to the drama in her teenagers lives while making mental notes on the good stuff to use later. Don’t judge.

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