39 - Welcome Home

39 - Welcome Home

James

One of the worse things than being caught by their friend while making out with his daughter in his own kitchen was having a fucking boner when it happened.

“Dad.” I winced when Mia pulled back, color slashing her cheeks. “You’re… you are standing, and you’re here?”

I wished I could faint. Or have a heart attack. Anything at that point would work.

Clyde looked like he was having a heart attack or another aneurysm, and I was worried. “Were you just kissing James, or was I seeing things?” Even his voice was barely a rasp, his knuckles tightening on the cane he was holding. Despite staying in the hospital for a couple of months, he looked healthy.

“Would you believe me if I said you’re seeing things?” Mia asked, shuffling on her feet.

I took a deep breath and met my friend’s eyes. “I was kissing Mia,” I answered, keeping my gaze on him, even though guilt and embarrassment made me want to look away. I didn’t regret anything. I should have talked to Clyde about