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He shrugs. “I don’t know. She hasn’t made the wrong choice yet. Or has she?”
My heart pounds in my chest. “I’m not the wrong choice?”
“What the hell, Flynn? Of course, you’re not. Do you think I’d have let you live in my house with my wife and daughter if I hadn’t believed in you?”
“But I was a troubled teen.”
“You were a teen who’d lost his mother and his father and had no support.” He leans forward. “In case this isn’t perfectly clear, I’m proud of the man you’ve become. I love you like a son. I can’t think of a better man to be with my daughter.”
His words wash over me and all the guilt I’ve been carrying flows away. His words are the ones I needed to hear. His approval is what I needed. Everything I needed.
I blink to stop the tears welling in my eyes from falling. “Thank you, sir.”
“Good.” Weston barges into the room. “You’re done with your talk.” He rubs his hands together. “Time to figure out a plan for you to get Sophia back.”
I stand. “She’s atBootlegger.I’ll go speak to her now.”
Weston bursts into laughter. “You’re an idiot if you think speaking to her is enough. You need to go big or go home.”
I groan. Weston reminds me of his sister. “Do you have an idea?”
He grins. “I happen to have several.”
I should probably run while I have the chance. His ideas are going to be outrageous. But I don’t run. I’m not my father. I don’t run away from my problems.
“Let’s hear them.”
Chapter 35
I’ll wear a costume as long as I have a hand free for my moonshine.
Sophia
“Someone stop the tilt-a-whirl. I want to get off.”
When the spinning doesn’t stop, I force my eyes open. I’m not on a tilt-a-whirl. I’m in the basement of my parents’ house. I roll over and fall off of the sofa onto the floor.
“Ouch!”
Oops. Not the floor. I scramble away from Chloe as quick as a person who’s experiencing the worst hangover of her life can.
“What are you doing here?” I ask her. I scan the room and notice all of my friends are scattered throughout the space. “What areall of youdoing here?”
Chloe moans. “Dying.”
“Wishing hangovers were fictional,” Maya adds.
“Supporting you,” Nova says.
“Studying the bonds of friendship.”
Two guesses as to who said the last part.
The basement door opens and light shines into the area. I moan. “Turn it off.”
“Oh good. You’re awake,” Mom says as she descends the stairs.
“How are you awake and perky this morning? Even I’m not perky this morning,” Nova complains.
