Chapter 12: Meet the Parents
Dad had his feet up, kicked back in a recliner—one of a pair—watching some weekday afternoon junk TV when Emmitt opened the door, and Nash stepped over the threshold into his new home. Dad immediately turned down the volume and walked over to greet them.
“Jesus, Nash.” He shook his head and opened his arms for what Nash hoped would be a gentle hug. “You’re the biggest weird-s**t magnet I’ve ever known.”
Nash knew better than to think the frowning face on his father reflected actual displeasure at seeing him. That was simply the way the man looked. He should’ve warned Emmitt. Then again, maybe he had. f**k if Nash knew.
“Sorry.” Nash affected a grin, but doubted it looked like anything other than a pained grimace.
Dad’s embrace was indeed a barely-there enc
