I power walk to catch up with him. He marches to the car, not forgetting to open my door for me.
Ah, ever the gentleman even when furious.
He gets in the car and pulls out into the traffic like a maniac.
“You handled that well.” I smile over at him.
He shakes his head. “I didn’t even know. What kind of a f****d up father am I?”
“Don’t say that.” I reach over and take his hand to comfort him. He rests it on his thigh while we drive in silence
His hand is warm, strong, and I feel myself begin to weaken.
We stop at the lights and he glances over at me, his eyes dropping to my lips.
“I’m furious with myself,” he whispers.
“I know.”
Oh God, take it out on me.
He slowly lifts my hand to his lips and kisses the back of it. This is the first time he’s ever touched me outside of our arra
