Page 78 of Screwed
He kept his word, and Callie proceeded to call the names of the contractors he’d given her. Now on top of baking, she had a million other things to do.
It felt good to be busy. She was learning a lot. She was in charge of her life, making it what she wanted it to be.
…
Cash was at home on his laptop, working on specs for aswitchgear with solid-state SEL relays and communications back to a central monitoring system via a fiber optic network,when he idly checked his personal email account.
And froze when he saw his father’s name.
Jesus Christ.
He sucked in air and clicked on the email to open it.
Hello, Cash.
Your mother gave me your email address and said she’s talked to you about us getting together. I’d love for you to meet Brandon. I haven’t told him I’m contacting you in case you and Ginnie don’t want to do this. I’ll understand if you don’t, but I hope you will. I’m sure you have a lot of questions, so I’m going to suggest that you and I meet first, and talk. I look forward to hearing from you and hope to see you.
Dad
Cash stared at the email for a long time, feeling like he’d been punched in the gut. It had been a while since Mama had mentioned it, and he’d actually put it out of his mind. He’d never really decided what he was going to do if he heard from his dad.
He found himself reaching for his cell phone and calling Callie.
“What’s up?” she answered.
“Hey. Guess what? I just got an email from my dad.”
“No! Really?”
“Really.” He let out a short puff of air. “He wants to get together. Not with Brandon. He hasn’t told him he’s contacting us. Guess he doesn’t want to get his hopes up.”
“I’d say that’s thoughtful.”
“Yeah. Surprisingly.”
“Want me to come over?”
“Are you busy?”
“Just baking a cake,” she said lightly, and he grinned. “Kidding. Sketching out some design ideas. I can be there shortly.”
“Thanks, darlin’.”
She didn’t come empty-handed. She gave him a box of cupcakes.
“Chocolate?”
“And peanut butter.”
“Hell yeah.”
He crooked his elbow around her neck and pulled her in to kiss her forehead. He was so damn glad she was there.
He let her read the email.
She looked up at him. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.” He rubbed his face. “What do you think I should do?”
