In the Weeds (Lovelight, #2)

by B.K. Borison

“I told you to stop being an idiot,” I say reluctantly. “Tell her how you feel.” Luka raises both eyebrows. “Stop being an idiot,” he tells me. A smile twists his mouth to the side. “Tell her how you feel.”

“Sometimes love is greedy, kiddo.” My dad sets his mouth in a firm line. “Sometimes it’s a little bit selfish too. You think it’s never crossed my mind that your mom deserves something better than the life we carved out for ourselves here? It has. A million times. A million and one. But I’m holding on to her with both hands. I’m trusting her to make her own choices. To choose me.”

Uncomfortable that a woman in Cincinnati called me her cat daddy garden himbo in the comments section of a video meant for exactly one woman. I have no idea what that means, but it doesn’t sound good.