Page 100 of When Sky Breaks
CHAPTER FORTY
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“Dad, I’m back.”
“In here,” he calls from the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” I set my purse down in the foyer and carry myself to where Foster’s hunched over a pile of papers at the dining room table.
“Oh, just looking over some insurance stuff. I can’t seem to find what I need, though.”
He slowly begins to rise, but I stop him with a hand to his shoulder. “You sit. I’ll get it for you. Is it in the file cabinet?”
“Yes. It should be in the yellow file. Labeled Ameritus Insurance. But first, sit with me a minute. How you feeling? Haven’t seen much of you in a week.”
He pats my face, and I smile. Perhaps a tad too wide.
“Good, good.”
“You sure? Your cheeks are still flushed.”
Oh. Well. Let’s see. My ex, now not my ex anymore, gave me a killer orgasm in a freaking haunted house, and I found out he’s been doing all kinds of really important things in my name. I feel like I could skip all throughout the town square singing any musical song as loudly as I possibly can.
“I’m good, I promise. August took care of me.”
Dad smirks and I widen my eyes, hiding my burning face behind my hands.
“No need to be shy here. I figured he’d make sure you were okay and work things out between you two.”
We more than worked it out, and Foster reading my face like a teleprompter makes it burn even more.
“What else has kept you from home except for the obvious, being sick and the haunted house?”
My face flushes for the millionth time, and I really wish I could get a handle on that.
Might as well dive into what August’s been up to over the last few years. “Did you know he’s been donating money to The Magnolia Place in my name?”
Foster raises a brow. “That I didn’t know. That’s, well, that’s a big deal, sweetie.”
My heart swells as I recall that conversation. I omit the haunted house scene because you just don’t tell your father a man fingered you in public. And that you liked it a little too much.
“So, we’re good. Really good, Dad.”
My smile makes him smile. It’s good to see him upbeat while battling this terrible disease. I wish he’d start dating again after he’s better. A man like him deserves to find love. But with the way he’ll talk about Gwen and the love that pours out of him when he speaks of their tender moments, I get it.
No one else makes me feel the way August does. Wholly loved and safe.
“I’ll be back with your file. Once you’re done, I expect you to go rest.” I point a finger and swirl it at his tired face.
He rolls his blue eyes. “I promise.”
Rising from the kitchen chair, I jet from the room and bump into Trek on the way to Foster’s office. His typically relaxed face is tight with worry.
I frown. “Hey, are you okay?”
He scratches the back of his neck but can’t hide his pinched eyebrows. “Yeah. I will be. Can we, uh, talk for a minute?”
Anxiety coats my stomach. “Yeah, let me grab a file for Dad real quick, then I’ll meet you in your room.”