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“Want to come in for some coffee?” Kenna offered, tucking my father’s hand in the crook of her elbow and escorting him to her house.

“I’m going to grab a shirt real quick,” I said, to which neither of them responded. I shook my head and ran inside, grabbing the first shirt I found and jamming a hat on my head. I couldn’t leave those two alone too long or every single detail of my childhood would be paraded across the table for Kenna’s amusement. How had the morning gone so off track?

“I’m going to fucking kill Harley,” I grumbled, heading back to Kenna’s for the second time that morning.

By the time I made it back over, Kenna and my father were seated at the table with steaming coffee mugs in front of them and Mona had just been introduced. She wore a dazzling smile she aimed at my father, as if she hadn’t fled upstairs on a sob just thirty minutes before. Pops released Kenna’s wrist only to take Mona’s hand in his. Kenna’s gaze swung to me in alarm.

“Well, hello, lovely,” Pops practically purred.

Mona ate it up, smiling coyly before she slipped into a chair next to him, pulling it close enough the two were touching.

“Uh, can I get you coffee, Mona?” I asked. She didn’t bother to look at me. “Okay…” I sat next to Kenna, both of us staring across the table at our parents, who were talking quietly amongst themselves, already fast friends.

“What the hell is going on?” I said under my breath to Kenna.

She shrugged, looking horrified. Then she picked up her coffee and took a sip, the charms on her bracelet tinkling gently.

Pops looked over at the sound, his gaze zeroed in on the jewelry. “Your bracelet is beautiful, Kenna. My late wife had a charm bracelet just like that.”

“Oh, you poor dear,” Mona cooed, resting her head on Pops’s shoulder.

“She did?” I didn’t know that about my own mother.

Pops spared me a glance. “She did. I got her a charm of a Ferris wheel. We rode that thing five times on our first date. Finally got up the nerve to kiss her on the fourth time. After that, she bought the bracelet and I kept buying her charms.”

“That’s sweet,” Kenna murmured, fingering her charms.

“Kenna’s is from her biological father,” Mona piped in. “They were his mother’s and he gave them to me. I had no use for it, but I did save it for Kenna.”

Both my father and Kenna had glazed, faraway looks in their eyes, perhaps both lost in memories. I cleared my throat and focused on Mona. I wanted some answers from this woman, even though my irritation had lessened, knowing Mona had no idea Maeve was even sick.

“Why were you estranged from Maeve?”

Mona’s gaze jumped away from mine quickly, a fake smile plastered on her face. “Oh goodness, that’s a long story! Definitely not one for so early in the morning.” She snuggled into my father’s side, pulling him from his focus on the bracelet. “Kenna probably has to work all day. What ever will I do alone in this unfamiliar town?”

“Mom! I told you we could do something later.”

Mona ignored her daughter and anger flared in my chest. I wasn’t liking Kenna’s mother one bit.

“I can show you around,” Pops offered.

“With what car?” I drawled. Pops couldn’t drive a standard car anymore, nor did he care for a retrofitted car when I’d offered to buy him one. Said his days of driving were over, and considering how he’d lost his leg, I couldn’t exactly blame him.

Pops beamed at Mona, clearly pleased with himself. “Have you heard of a rideshare before?”

Mona cooed once again, already listing out all the places she wanted to see.

Kenna groaned and turned to stare at me. I stared back, just as horrified.

Our parents were flirting with each other.

Chapter Nineteen

Kenna

“Security combed through my entire bag,” Liz hissed into the phone like a psychopath. “They found the copy of the book I’m bringing you!”

I frowned, knee-deep in paperwork at the boat club on how to get a liquor license for one of our boats. I had grand plans to turn one of our largest rental boats into a booze cruise. The projected numbers were certainly enticing. I wanted to get all my ducks in a row before presenting my idea to Dec.

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