“Does that mean you approve?”
He stands up on the stairs so that he’s towering over me and flicks the Zippo shut. “She said you’re the best thing that’s happened to her since me, that she needs you in her life as much as she needs me. I don’t really have a say in the matter now that you’ve made your mark all over her. Besides, you’re my best friend. I know you better than anyone and I’m well aware that when you care about someone, it’s for life.”
“I’m serious, King. I would never hurt her.”
“Fuck right you won’t. If she cries because of you, I will kill you. For real. This place gives me inspiration for a good burial site.”
“I see the head injury didn’t reduce the crazy.”
“Fuck off.” He sits again, flicking his lighter, and I drop down beside him. He doesn’t kick me in the nut, so that’s a good sign.
“How is she?” I ask.
“Depressed. I knew shit was hitting the fan when she wasn’t eating her vanilla ice cream for a whole week. Can you believe that?”
“That’s a record.”
“I know.” He leans back on his palms and stares up at the sky. “I can’t believe I’m giving you my daughter, motherfucker.”
“I’m better than the kids who wouldn’t know how to appreciate her.”
“That’s true… Still, fuck. Thinking about you with her makes me all ragey.”
“It’ll get better with time.”
“Fuck you. I swear to fuck, Nate, I’m going to kill you if you hurt my little girl. I mean it.”
“Thanks.”
His head tilts to the side and he narrows his eyes. “I’m threatening to kill you and you’re thanking me?”
“I’m thanking you because you put her before you. You’re selfish as fuck, but not with her.”
“It was either that or lose her. And go fuck yourself, dick. I’m not selfish. You are.”
“I might have been once, but I’m not selfish when it comes to her. Even when I was an asshole, all I ever wanted was to protect her.”
“Yeah, no. We’re not going to have a heart-to-heart talk and paint each other’s toenails.”
I laugh and it’s the first real laugh I’ve had with him in a long time. “Instead of painting toenails, how about an actual match, not one-sided like the other time.”
“Prepare to be defeated.”
“I’m not holding back just because things have changed.”
“I’ll still kick your ass.”
“Like fuck you will.”
“Hey, is that any way to speak to me now that you’re my son-in-law?”
“It’s the only way to speak to a dick.”
He smiles a little and I smile back. We remain like that for a few minutes, watching the sky and listening to the birds.
It’s our modus operandi. Silence means more than words. He might be loud and a general asshole, but King also knows how to use and appreciate silence.
Despite his sharp words, he’s giving me a chance. And while he means it about killing me if I hurt Gwyneth, I can tell he’s also slightly relieved.
He’ll probably never tell me this, but deep down, he’s glad it’s me. King never thought anyone would be good enough for the daughter he sacrificed his youth for.
“Keep the shares, Nate. I was only testing you with them.” He flips his lighter closed. “I have one condition, though.”
“What?”
“You’ll make something up and have the board remove Aspen from W&S. If I do it, Gwen will hate me.”
“And you think she won’t hate me? Also, there will be no removing Aspen. She’s a senior partner and the best we have. Stop thinking with your dick.”
“I’m not thinking with my dick.”
“Yes, you are. I’ve been with you for over two decades and I know how obsessed you were with finding Gwyneth’s mother. Sure, you didn’t want her to be Aspen, but she is and you need to accept that.”
“Fuck no.”
I shake my head but don’t say anything.
King and Aspen aren’t my main focus. All I can think about is getting Gwyneth back.
She must be so angry at me.
39
Gwyneth
The day Nate came back, I could feel it.
I got out of bed early on a Saturday for no reason at all and made lots of cupcakes that I won’t be eating, then I told Dad to go jog without me.
I sat on the edge of the pool clutching a vanilla milkshake, removed my sneakers, and dipped my feet in the water.