“I’m taking her out, Reid, she deserves a night out,” Ryan says as he puts on his shoes.
Reid paces up and down, looking agitated. “Let it go, Reid. You need to let it go,” Ryan says softly, a flash of sadness and regret crossing his expression.
“I can’t,” Reid states flatly.
“Reid?” I look up at the door to see her walk in. The blonde from the bar. I didn’t even glance her way when I saw her in the kitchen, so I didn’t recognize her, but it’s definitely her. Shortish blonde hair, big brown eyes, a lot of makeup.
I hate her.
“Ryan,” I say, my tone impatient.
“I’m done,” he says, pushing his wallet into his snug fitting jeans.
“I’m surprised you can even fit that in there,” I tell him, pursing my lips. I look anywhere but at Reid, because if I look at him, I’m gonna lose it.
Ryan grins, turning around and doing a little ass shake. I force a giggle and then head towards the door, side stepping both Reid and his mysterious blonde. When I walk past, Reid gently takes hold of my arm. “Beauty,” he says softly, his voice pleading.
Pleading for what?
“Let’s go, Ryan,” I say, walking to the front door, not looking behind me.
Chapter Eight
Could today get any more awkward? I’m sitting at my dad’s dinner table, eating with him and his girlfriend. I feel like I’m a kid again, pissed at not having his attention.
“How’s everything, Summer?” dad asks, seemingly interested.
“Fine.” I take a sip of my soda.
“Do you need any money?” he asks kindly.
“No, thank you.” I pull out my phone and see a text message from an unknown number.
“Okay, I know you’re stubborn, but you know anything I have is yours,” he says, his gaze never leaving me.
“Except your time, of course,” I say without thinking. Jack looks surprised, and it annoys me further.
“I didn’t think you wanted to spend any time with me. I had to pretty much beg you just to get you here for dinner,” he says, the sadness in his tone making me feel guilty. My dad is pretty scary looking. Tall, built, bearded and tattooed. But he's a real softy, especially with me. He’s never yelled at me or anything like that, although from what I’ve been told, it’s only me he treats like that. I think it’s from the guilt of never being there for me.
“Yeah, and when I do show up you don’t even want one on one time with me, instead you have your girl here who I don’t even like,” I say in all honesty. I emphasise the girl part. When my dad looks shocked, I sigh dramatically.
How can he be so obtuse?
“Tina, leave me alone with my daughter,” he says, his tone picking up strength when he addresses her.
“You can’t be serious,” she whines, glaring at me.
“Now,” he says calmly, and she stands up to leave, making a big show of it. When she finally goes into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her, he looks straight at me, his gaze softening.
I feel like he is looking right through me right now.
“I knew you weren’t fond of her, I thought it was just because of her age,” he says.
“She’s a bitch. She thinks I’m going to come between the two of you,” I tell him.
“She said that?” he growls, starting to look angry. I shrug, not wanting to get into it.
“That’s cos she knows nothing is more important to me than you and Xander. I know I haven’t always been there for you, but not because I didn’t want to be. Your mother told me I could only see you once a year, Summer. And I wasn’t exactly in the position to ask for full custody. I didn’t want to take you away from her anyway. I didn’t want to pull you from the life you knew. I wanted you with me, trust me, but I didn’t want to be selfish. After all was said and done, she was a good mother to you, so I took what I could. God, I used to wait until your birthday so I could see you. See how much you'd grown, how beautiful you were getting,” he says, his voice wistful.
“Really?” I whisper, my voice breaking.
“Of course, Summer, you were my little girl. You are my little girl. There's nothing I won’t do for you.”
“She said you didn’t care about me, you just left me to be with your new family,” I say softly, my voice wavering. He slams his fist down on the table, making me jump.
“She lied, Summer,” he growls, his face contorting in anger.
I exhale deeply, leaning my chin on my palm. “You cheated on her.”
Jack noticeably flinches. “I did. My relationship with her wasn’t working, but it had nothing to do with you. You were the only reason I stayed with her. You were my little princess, Summer, and she used you as a weapon against me.”
“She told me the best thing a father can do for his daughter was love her mother,” I say, my tone now emotionless. When I see a tear drop down my father’s cheek, my own tears flow.
“I messed up, but I never stopped loving you, Summer.” I get up from my chair and walk over to him, throwing my arms around him and burying my face in his neck. I cry as he keeps apologizing over and over again, making me cry further.
“I hate seeing you cry,” he says gruffly, wiping my tears with his thumb.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, baby girl. I want you in my life, I want to show you how much I love you. You make an old man proud.”