Chapter 16
“Oh, I see. You’re providing for him.”
The rest of his fingers joined in on the drumming. “I can’t let him starve to death,” he muttered.
I was mesmerized by his hand and how he tapped out sound patterns on the table. How could I have forgotten that he’d used to do that whenever he was nervous? I should have known he would make a great musician.
When all his fingers were in the air at once, I snuck my hand under his, my palm turned up in invitation. Without a second’s hesitation, he took it.
“Of course you couldn’t let him starve,” I said and wrapped my fingers around his.
He looked at me like he was trying to ascertain if I was telling the truth. “No?”
“Of course not. He’s your father. Why wouldn’t it be okay?”
“It’s just, uh, my boyfriend didn’t agree. He thought I should let him take care of himself. Or have Dan do it.”
“He was clearly an idiot. It’s your decision. And for what it’s worth, I support it. As long as you have the money and don’t let yourself starve.”