Chapter 20
To celebrate Colten’s win, Dad and I cooked him dinner the next night. We busied ourselves in the kitchen waiting for the telltale sounds of Colten’s truck in the driveway.
“Hey Dad,” I said as casually as I can manage. “Since you don’t work tomorrow I might stay at Colten’s tonight, if you don’t mind.”
He turned his sharp gaze on me. “You asking for a sleepover?”
I laughed, but it was more nerves than mirth. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
“I don’t mind, Mart. I’d be fine on my own. But why don’t you two stay here instead?”
“Here? Then where would you be?”
He laughed and hobbled over to me. “I’d be here too. I’m sure I don’t want to know the details, Mart, but I respect you and Colten as men old enough to do what you want. I don’t mind you sharin’ a bed.” He placed his hand on my
