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“I look cool, don’t I?” he asks.
“Yeah, totally badass.”
He opens the passenger door for me. “Seat belt, baby girl.”
“Yes, Dad,” I tease him.
Tyrone freezes, then his features tighten with emotion. “I like the sound of that.”
Jesus. My heart.
He shuts the door, and walking around the front of the SUV, he slides in behind the steering wheel.
As he starts the engine and drives down the street, I ask, “Would you be okay if I called you Dad?”
He clears his throat. “I’d love it.”
We’re quiet again, then he asks, “Where to?”
“The diner.”
The ride to Brownsville is filled with emotion, and Tyrone keeps clearing his throat while I blink my ass off to keep the tears back.
When he pulls up to Ben’s Burgers and places the car in park, I lean over and kiss his cheek. “Thank you for being my father.”
I shove the door open and quickly climb out.
When Tyrone…Dad joins me, he mutters, “I swear you want to see your old man weep like a baby.”
As soon as we walk into the diner, Sherrie lets out a shriek and comes to hug me.
“I thought you forgot about us.”
“Never,” I say.
She gestures at the SUV. “Who’s ride is that?”
“Mine,” Dad mutters before he finds an open seat.
“For real?” Sherrie asks.
“Yeah,” I reply. “I have a lot to tell you.”
“Can I get a refill,” Jovan, one of the regulars, asks.
“Give me a minute,” she tells him before turning her attention back to me.
“Give him a refill. I’ll talk while you work,” I say so she won’t get in trouble with Sylvia.
She grabs the coffee pot and as we walk from table to table, I tell her everything that’s happened the past two to three weeks.
By the time I’m done, she’s staring at me with wide eyes, the coffee pot forgotten in her hand.
“Damn, girl. You’re living the fairy-tale life the rest of us dream about.” She gives me a playful punch on the shoulder. “Good for you.”
“Right?” I grin from ear to ear, then do something I’ve always wanted to do, and shout, “Pie’s on me, people!”
I haven’t spent a dime of the money Dario gave me and figured this is the best way to start.
