Page 63 of Screwed
What?
He wants to see me.
Shut up!
No shit. He wants his kid to meet me and Ginnie.
Whoa.
I know, right?
Are you going to do it?
I don’t know.
His cell phone rang, and he picked it up. Callie. He smiled as he answered the call. “Hey.”
“Are you freaked out?”
“About my dad? Um, sort of. I mean, I don’t give a shit about him. But…”
“Your brother.”
“Yeah. Half brother. I’m kinda curious.”
“I get that. Wow, Cash.”
“Mama says the kid isn’t to blame for what happened.”
“That’s true.” She paused. “Having a brother is kind of cool. I miss mine.”
“Aw.” He knew how much she missed Griff. He rubbed his face. “I know, darlin’. I’m just confused about it all.”
“That is totally understandable. It’s so funny, you just told me about all that yesterday, and then this happens.”
“Ha. Funny.” He’d never really talked to many people about his family. Beau knew the story from back in college but had apparently never talked to Callie about it. Cash liked that she knew it. It gave him a weird fizzy feeling in his chest that she was so supportive and understanding. Not judging him. Just caring.
It was one more thing they shared—a dysfunctional family. Although she’d made light of her own family issues, he wasn’t sure who had the better or worse deal—a father who’d cheated on his wife and left, abandoning his kids, or a father who’d cheated on his wife and stayed but ignored his kids. Parents who were there but not there, or one parent who was painfully absent but a mother who’d been there for him and Ginnie no matter what. “Well, I’m not holding my breath that he’ll actually call. It took him twelve years to make this move. Who knows.”
“How did you hear this?”
“From my mom. Went over there to help her with some computer stuff, and she told me. She’s going to give him my number.”
“He couldn’t track you down himself?”
“That’s what I said! Maybe he’s an idiot.”
“Somehow I doubt it, considering you’re pretty much a genius.”
“Ha again.”
“You okay?” Her voice went gentle.
“Hell, yeah.” Maybe. Sort of. He’d wanted to talk to her, and it felt good doing that. “Thanks for listening.”
“Anytime. You know that. You were there for me when my marriage fell apart. I’m here for you anytime.”
He cleared his throat. “Thanks.”
