Indy swished past him with humor and bravado. Her spicy perfume followed in her wake. He hated the dowdy outfit she wore to please her father.
She masked the pain, and her humor was well played. He knew the damage fathers did to their children. More often than not, it lasted a lifetime.
Griffin followed Indy back to the small group. Ryan approached him, but Indy kept moving.
“Tense?” Griffin asked.
“Hell, yeah. I thought my family was nuts. At least we yell and scream and then it’s over.” He looked over to Indy. “From what I gather, with them it’s small painful jabs and a shitload of resentment.”
Griffin drank more beer. “Indy’s uptight. If their father has that effect on them, why do they bother?”
“He’s harder on Indy, but I don’t know why.” Ryan moved to Quinn’s side.
Indy finishe
