Chapter Ninety One
It was true. He hadn’t wanted to, but maybe that had changed. “It’s all right.” She said.
“Hell no, it’s not, but now maybe that will change. I’m damn happy things are working out for you and Dash. He’s a good man. Proud and stubborn, but smart and understands the value of family." he sounded so happy for her.
“Yes, he does.” Tess agreed.
“I trussed him up like a Thanksgiving turkey for you and I’m glad I did.”
More blatant satisfaction.
The comparison was unfortunate. She couldn’t imagine Dash in such a scenario at all, nor was she sure that a bit of matchmaking could be likened to trussing someone up, but she didn’t argue with her father. His matchmaking efforts had brought her and Dash together. For that, she could swallow a lot of male self-aggrandizement.
“I guess you did, dad. Thank you,” she said warmly.
“I’m just glad you’re happy, girl.”
“I am.” Very, very happy.
“I called to talk to Dash. I don't know if he's been ignoring my calls. Have him call when—”