“Who’s the lucky boy that gets to date my little girl?”
I shake my head. “I’m not dating anyone,” I tell him honestly. “He doesn’t even know I like him. We’re just friends, and I know he wouldn’t want that to change. He doesn’t see me that way.”
Dad smiles and takes another bite of his food, his gaze thoughtful. “He does. Of course he wants to date you, Alanna. The man would have to be blind not to. You’re my daughter, after all! How could he not want to date someone with my genes?”
I burst out laughing and shake my head. “Right,” I mutter. “So that’s where I got my humbleness from.”
Dad chuckles, and I smile back at him. It’s been so long since we joked around together. Every conversation lately has felt strained, like I was bothering him, no matter how nice I tried to be.
“Sweetheart, that boy is the luckiest guy in the world because he gets to have your friendship. My marriage with Mom was built on friendship. She friendzoned me for years before we finally started dating. We met when we were both homeless, and though we clearly loved each other, we both knew that wasn’t a good time to be together. We needed to work on ourselves before we could work on being a couple, because relationships really do take work. Don’t worry about him not wanting to be anything more than friends for now, okay? You’ve got so much on your plate already, and what’s meant to be truly will be.”
I nod, my thoughts turning to Silas. “I didn’t even know you knew the word friendzoned.”
Dad nods. “Oh honey, I know all the lingo. I know YOLO and LOL too.”
A giggle escapes my lips, and Dad laughs with me. The two of us sit at the table together, just enjoying each other’s company. For once, Dad seems truly present in the moment, and I have every intention of enjoying every second of it. Who knows how long it’ll be before I get to have a fun evening with him again? I have no doubt his focus will shift back to work the second he’s done eating.
“I never knew that Mom and you met when you were both homeless,” I murmur, unable to suppress my curiosity. “Ricardo has mentioned her before, but all of his stories were from after you left the shelter. He never told me she used to live there too.”
Dad turns to me and nods. “We did. Your mother loved me at my lowest, and for as long as she lived, I’ve done my best to repay her for it. She was always the woman of my dreams. I knew she was the one the moment I first met her at the shelter. We quickly became friends, both of us eager to turn our lives back around. She helped me set up the company, and she helped me become the man I am today. Without your mother, I’d be nothing. Without her, I am nothing.”
“Your love is out of this world,” I murmur. “How could you two possibly have stayed away from each other for years?”
Dad looks away and sighs. “I felt like I had to prove myself before I could ever be with her. All I wanted for your mother was a life better than what I could offer her at the time. I wanted to give her the world, and I could never ask her to be with a man who couldn’t even buy her dinner. I managed to achieve what I set out to do, and the moment I had a flat of my own and a steady job, I asked her to marry me. I didn’t even ask her to be my girlfriend, because there was no point. I knew she was it for me, and she knew it too. I thought we’d made it, you know? I didn’t realize it wasn’t just the two of us in our marriage. It was us, and the demons that haunted your mother. No matter how much help I tried to get her, it was never enough. Homelessness leaves scars, Alanna. You can never truly escape it.”
I don’t understand how Mom could ever take her own life when she was this loved. I’ve tried so hard to make sense of it, and it wasn’t until I started to volunteer at the shelter that I began to understand just a little. I have no doubt that Dad isn’t telling me the full story, and I’ll probably never know exactly what Mom has been through in life to lead her down the path she chose… but I can finally let go of the resentment.
I can’t help but wonder what my story with Silas will be. When he achieves everything he’s working toward… will he want me then?
Chapter Thirteen
Silas
I smile when Alanna pulls up at the shelter. She gets out of the car, and my heart starts to race. Fucking hell. She looks stunning tonight. I thought she looked irresistible on her birthday last year, but she looks even more beautiful tonight… and I’m pretty sure that tight black dress is all for me.