“How’d you know I was here?” I say in lieu of greeting. “Your husband told me where you were.” I lift a brow. “Wow.” “What?” “You actually said the words your husband without flinching.” “Yeah, well…” Dad slides his hands in his pockets. He’s wearing cargo pants and a white T-shirt, and I don’t miss the way some of the women around us check him out. Dude’s still got it going on in his forties. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Ryder and I are friends now.”
