Chapter 6
“I feel weird going in there without gifts.”
“Don’t.” I nudged him with my shoulder as we walked up the front steps of my da’s house. I held out one of the bags I was carrying. “Here. So you don’t walk in empty-handed.”
He shook his head, and a small smile played around his lips. “Not exactly what I meant.” But he took the bag.
“Seriously don’t worry about it. Present time is pretty low-key in our family, and no one expects you to bring anything. We all know you were a last-minute addition. It’s about spending time together. That’s the important part.”
Of course I’d stopped at a used bookstore on my way home from work on Saturday to pick him up something to open with the rest of us—a Bach biography I was hoping he’d appreciate. And if I knew my da, he’d have gotten something
