I looked up in time to see Emma take her first bite of brisket. I held my breath, lifting my eyebrows.
She made an approving noise deep in her throat, her eyes rolling back in her head a little. “That’s so good!”
I relaxed a little more. I’d made brisket a few times before, but never for her.
“What did you get up to yesterday after work?” I asked. I felt a little stupid for how I’d acted the day before. The possibility of having to choose between Emma and Lacey still troubled me a great deal, but I couldn’t let it ruin how well things were going between us. I’d kicked my own ass up and down the farm for letting her leave last night without saying goodbye to her.
“I went over to my daddy’s for dinner,” she replied, lifting her green eyes from her loaded plate so she could meet my steady gaze.
“You seem pretty close to him.”
She nodded. “I try to see him as much as I can. Kasey was there, too, which was nice. We’re so damned different in so many ways; it’s hard to believe we came from the same two people.” She took another large bite of brisket.
“I grew up wishing I had a few siblings to run around with. I got Lacey, I guess, but you know what I mean.”
She laughed, the color rising into her cheeks. “You’d say that until they start annoying the hell out of you.” She set her fork down and considered me seriously, seeming on the brink of saying something really important. “I feel kind of sad for my daddy sometimes. After my mama died, he got stuck with raising two girls. We were both so young, but he made it work.”
“That must have been hard,” I said.
She shrugged. “He didn’t make it seem that way. He taught me how to ride a horse and why there’s so much value in putting in a hard day’s work. I’ve never seen the man sit idle in his life. Even Kasey, who can’t stand working outside and getting sweaty, knows the value of a dollar and takes pride in an honest day’s labor. Daddy’d be more than happy working on a farm until the day he dies.” She grinned. “I get that from him, too.”
Shit, we had that much in common. I’d always found something magical in sweating hard and working on your own property. People who didn’t know that luxury had no idea what they were missing. Sunshine and sweat could cure damned near everything.
“I feel bad sometimes,” she said, her smile long gone and emerald eyes serious. “He worked so hard to make things okay for me and for Kasey that he never thought about his own happiness. I know he misses Mama every day. He used to say he could see her living inside us. I’ve seen the pictures. We look just like her.”
She didn’t quite look said, just thoughtful. I liked when she let the door to the safe creep open, sharing this sweet, vulnerable side of her. It was happening more often the longer we were around each other.
“My daddy was the same way,” I said in a low voice. “He never remarried after my mama died. He used to joke that you only get one soulmate. After that, you’re just wasting your time.”
“My daddy would agree with that,” she replied, lips curving into a small smile. “He never came right out and told me, but I know he can’t see himself with another woman. Believe me, plenty tried, but he just kept to himself.
“In a selfish way, I’m glad he did. That left so much time for the three of us to be together. But now that I’m grown, I worry about him getting older alone.”
I didn’t know how to answer that. My cheeks burned a little with shame. I’d never even considered things from my daddy’s point of view. I’d been so wrapped up in how much I missed Mama. But I hadn’t gotten the time with him as an adult. I wondered if Emma knew how lucky she was to still have him in her life.
“Speaking of Daddy,” she said, light eyes shining in a mischievous way I hadn’t seen before. “What would you think of meeting him?”
I sat back in my chair, too stunned to speak. My mouth dropped open, but no sound came out.
“He really wants to meet you.” She laughed as she considered the look on my face. “He won’t bite, Pete. And, as nervous as you feel, it’s not half as nervous as I am. I’ve never brought a guy home before.”
“You aren’t helping,” I said, grinning nervously. We’d finished our food by then, which was good because I didn’t know if I could eat another bite after this sudden twist in our relationship. I hadn’t met very many girls’ fathers. I had no idea how to act or what to say. But I could see from the high shine in Emma’s eyes that this meant a lot to her.
“I think I might know how to help,” she said, swallowing her smile.
I lifted my eyebrows. “Yeah?”
She nodded as she stood from the table. While I watched, she pulled the tank top over her head and dropped it onto her empty seat at the table. She lifted her dark eyebrows, her pretty mouth pressing into a sexy smile. That grin alone was enough to get me rock hard where I sat at the table. She reached behind her back with both hands, unhooking her pale pink bra. It fell to the floor, freeing her pert breasts capped with light pink nipples. She had just enough for two handfuls. Any more would be a damned waste.
Before I could say a word, she turned and strode off down the hall in the direction of the bedroom, shaking that pretty behind.
I jumped up and followed her, pulling open the belt on my jeans as I ran to the bedroom.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Emma
Saturday