Chapter 7 Liam
Liam
He stepped out, baseball cap pulled low, his gray goatee fiercely contrasting his tanned jawline. “You didn’t tell me you had half the Navy SEALs camped out here,” he said, nodding toward Fraiser, Max, and Forest sprawled across the porch like watchdogs. They all stood up to shake his hand.
“They eat a lot but make good guard dogs,” I said. “Thanks for bringing your truck, Dad. You didn’t want to bring mine?”
“Your truck stands out like a sore thumb; it can be spotted a mile away.”
He handed me the keys but kept studying the house, his eyes sharp like he’d been in situations like this before—which, knowing him, he probably had. “You leaving for a while?”
“Road trip,” I said.
His gaze flicked to Jenny as she stepped outside, carrying a box of supplies Tessa had dropped off. She smiled politely, but I didn’t miss the way his brow lifted slightly, like he’d just figured out this trip wasn’t only about strategy and logistics.
“Uh-huh,” he said slowly. “Well, the gas tank’s full. Don’t drive like your brothers.”
“Which one?” I asked.
“Any of them,” he said, then slapped my shoulder, laughing.
“I missed you Dad.”
“I missed you too. Next time, don’t stay away so long.”
“Fraiser will give you a ride back home. You can stay here for the night and eat dinner with everyone.”
“That sounds good to me. But your brother James will be here soon.”
I saw Jenny’s eyes get big and couldn’t help but chuckle.