most quick tempered of
the two, but his eyes shone with something else. Something new.
Caleb genuinely believed the three of them living together could be
for keeps.
"Caleb, we—"
The front door flew open. "I've been callin'
you, but you don't pick—oh!"
Sydney stared, utterly dumbstruck at the
sight of her father in the middle of the living room. She and Caleb
were still naked, only the back of the couch hiding them from full
view.
Jack turned his back when Caleb passed her
his shirt.
"Sorry," Jack mumbled. "Guess I should 'ave
knocked."
"Guess you should," Caleb replied, pulling on
his underwear and standing up. "What did you need, Jack?"
"I could've done without the sight of my
daughter bare-ass naked but I suppose that goes without
sayin'."
"Not our problem. You walked in here without
knockin'." Caleb reminded.
Jack peered over his shoulder, checking
whether Caleb had covered up. Sydney slipped up onto the cushion of
the couch, chewing on her lower lip and trying to calm down.
Mortification had her skin flaming. She couldn't hide the
relationship from her dad anymore. There would be no way to pass
off what he'd seen. She only hoped Pax remained upstairs.
Jack cleared his throat, refusing to look at
Sydney.
"There's a problem in the top paddock. Frank
called. Said one of the horses was on his land. He couldn't get
hold of Pax. Do you know where he is?"
Caleb shook his head and Sydney remained
silent.
"His truck's out front," Jack pointed
out.
"He must be around then."
"Maybe he came in, saw you two ruttin' and
left."
Sydney bit down harshly on her lip and
yelped.
Neither man noticed; they were too busy
glaring at one another.
“Dad," she started, instantly stopping when
he stalked out the door. He slammed it behind him, leaving the
sound to echo around the walls.
Caleb frowned, shrugging when he moved across
the room. "What's his deal?"
"You're joking, right? I broke his heart when
I left because of you, yet now he basically catches us
fucking."
"Being crude doesn't suit you, Syd."
She laughed sarcastically, picking up her
clothes and starting to dress. Pushing past him, she opened the
front door. "I write that word at least ten times a day. I'm not
the person you remember, Caleb. Open your fucking eyes!"
She raced out, her bare feet hitting the
dusty path.
Jack stalked over to the cottage and ignored
her calls for him to wait. It could have been far worse—he could
have walked in ten minutes earlier, but Sydney raced after her
father. "Dad, wait. Please?"
Cloud dashed across the yard, barking as he
chased her cat, Socks. Jack usually bellowed at them, but he didn't
even pause.
"Dad, why are you so angry?" She sounded
whiny, but it hurt. He continued to ignore her. She understood his
embarrassment at finding his daughter basically having sex, but his
rejection perplexed her. He continued to shut her down until they
entered the cottage.
Once inside, he only spoke three words. "Shut
the door."
She did as he asked, and took her seat on the
chair across from him. "Are you going to speak to me now?"
Jack winced, wringing his hands and
eventually making eye contact. "What's goin' on Ne-Ne?" The
gruffness of his tone didn't hide the edge buried within. What he'd
seen had irritated her father.
"I think that was pretty obvious," she
mumbled.
"Don't like the games you're playin',
girl."
Her spine snapped straight, bristling in
response. "What games?"
"Remember you already broke that boy's heart
once. It would be awfully mean of you to do it again."
Horrified, she squeaked, "I can't believe you
just said that. The last thing I want is for Caleb to be hurt. I
didn't want that the first time. I came back here for you, not to
torture Caleb any further."
"Don't seem that way to me. You can't deny
what you were doin', or rather just finished doin', with
him."
"I haven't denied anything! Dad, each time I
came home I avoided him so I didn't upset him. And you know it. Why
are you being like this? I'm
the two, but his eyes shone with something else. Something new.
Caleb genuinely believed the three of them living together could be
for keeps.
"Caleb, we—"
The front door flew open. "I've been callin'
you, but you don't pick—oh!"
Sydney stared, utterly dumbstruck at the
sight of her father in the middle of the living room. She and Caleb
were still naked, only the back of the couch hiding them from full
view.
Jack turned his back when Caleb passed her
his shirt.
"Sorry," Jack mumbled. "Guess I should 'ave
knocked."
"Guess you should," Caleb replied, pulling on
his underwear and standing up. "What did you need, Jack?"
"I could've done without the sight of my
daughter bare-ass naked but I suppose that goes without
sayin'."
"Not our problem. You walked in here without
knockin'." Caleb reminded.
Jack peered over his shoulder, checking
whether Caleb had covered up. Sydney slipped up onto the cushion of
the couch, chewing on her lower lip and trying to calm down.
Mortification had her skin flaming. She couldn't hide the
relationship from her dad anymore. There would be no way to pass
off what he'd seen. She only hoped Pax remained upstairs.
Jack cleared his throat, refusing to look at
Sydney.
"There's a problem in the top paddock. Frank
called. Said one of the horses was on his land. He couldn't get
hold of Pax. Do you know where he is?"
Caleb shook his head and Sydney remained
silent.
"His truck's out front," Jack pointed
out.
"He must be around then."
"Maybe he came in, saw you two ruttin' and
left."
Sydney bit down harshly on her lip and
yelped.
Neither man noticed; they were too busy
glaring at one another.
“Dad," she started, instantly stopping when
he stalked out the door. He slammed it behind him, leaving the
sound to echo around the walls.
Caleb frowned, shrugging when he moved across
the room. "What's his deal?"
"You're joking, right? I broke his heart when
I left because of you, yet now he basically catches us
fucking."
"Being crude doesn't suit you, Syd."
She laughed sarcastically, picking up her
clothes and starting to dress. Pushing past him, she opened the
front door. "I write that word at least ten times a day. I'm not
the person you remember, Caleb. Open your fucking eyes!"
She raced out, her bare feet hitting the
dusty path.
Jack stalked over to the cottage and ignored
her calls for him to wait. It could have been far worse—he could
have walked in ten minutes earlier, but Sydney raced after her
father. "Dad, wait. Please?"
Cloud dashed across the yard, barking as he
chased her cat, Socks. Jack usually bellowed at them, but he didn't
even pause.
"Dad, why are you so angry?" She sounded
whiny, but it hurt. He continued to ignore her. She understood his
embarrassment at finding his daughter basically having sex, but his
rejection perplexed her. He continued to shut her down until they
entered the cottage.
Once inside, he only spoke three words. "Shut
the door."
She did as he asked, and took her seat on the
chair across from him. "Are you going to speak to me now?"
Jack winced, wringing his hands and
eventually making eye contact. "What's goin' on Ne-Ne?" The
gruffness of his tone didn't hide the edge buried within. What he'd
seen had irritated her father.
"I think that was pretty obvious," she
mumbled.
"Don't like the games you're playin',
girl."
Her spine snapped straight, bristling in
response. "What games?"
"Remember you already broke that boy's heart
once. It would be awfully mean of you to do it again."
Horrified, she squeaked, "I can't believe you
just said that. The last thing I want is for Caleb to be hurt. I
didn't want that the first time. I came back here for you, not to
torture Caleb any further."
"Don't seem that way to me. You can't deny
what you were doin', or rather just finished doin', with
him."
"I haven't denied anything! Dad, each time I
came home I avoided him so I didn't upset him. And you know it. Why
are you being like this? I'm
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