Dad grinned, sucking in a deep, shaky breath. “Okay,” he breathed, wiggling in his seat as if he wanted to pull me into a hug. I was glad he didn’t. This was going to take some adjustment. “So, how long are you in town?” I asked, edging us back to solid ground. He told me his plans for the week of his stay and then asked me about my schedule. The discussion transitioned smoothly to a short description of my life in Belfast. I told him about the guys we’d befriended who owned the club upstairs—keeping anything Fae related a secret—and how Rebecca was moving in with one of them. I told him about work and the self-defense training I’d been doing and the tourist spots I’d hit since arriving. Dad listened raptly, asking all the right questions and answering the few I posed to him. The conversat
