I finally release his hand just as Mom opens the door to the garage, letting light pour in.
“I thought I heard the garage door open,” she says.
“We had to finish listening to that song,” Daddy says as I hop out of the truck.
“Did you get everything you needed for the plumbing situation?” Mom asks.
“Mostly, I think if I need something else, I can find it here.”
I’m not sure if he’s talking about the house’s plumbing or mine. Mom turns and disappears back into the house.
I look over to find Daddy licking his fingers clean. His gaze drills into mine as he does it. I swallow.
I’m a little scared that I want him all over again.
“Soon,” he says, as if reading my mind.
When we get inside, Mom has dinner ready to go, so we sit down at the table and eat together, which we never did when
