Meet Me in the Blue (Hemlock Harbor, #1)

by A.M. Johnson

“I wasted time. I should have come home.” “Maybe. Maybe not. I got to visit you in Los Angeles.” Dad attempted to waggle his brows, a lopsided smirk on his lips. “Got to see the Hollywood sign. Got to see you in your element.” “It’s not enough.” “It has to be, Luka. This is what we have.

“I love you too,” he said, but it wasn’t like that. Like I love you. Those three words for him meant growing up together, camping, s’more sticky fingers, Magic the Gathering, and awkward teenage angst. They meant forgive me and I’m sorry and I missed you. We were years together and years apart, and somewhere along the way, in the loss I’d felt in his absence, the lines had blurred for me, and I wished like hell they had for him too.