Page 105 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend
I shifted back and spotted Mom walking toward us with a man about her age a couple feet behind her. I had never seen him before, but Christmas Eve, Mom had mentioned that she had been seeing someone new.
“Sweetheart, this is Tyrell. Tyrell, this is my daughter, Heather.”
After shaking his hand and greeting him, I waggled my brows at Mom, who smirked at me, then at him. I arched a brow, wondering what that was all about when I noticed thatheactually looked embarrassed. Or maybe he was nervous.
“Heather, you’re here,” Dad said from behind me.
With Evelyn’s hand in his, Dad walked up to our small group, his gaze traveling to Mom. They greeted each other, but didn’t introduce their partners to each other. I chewed on the inside of my cheek and inched closer to Hector.
Awkward!
Well, sorta.
While Mom and Dad had been very okay with their divorce, I couldn’t remember a time where they both had someone new on their arms to introduce to the other. And with the way Dad had treated me over Christmas, I knew Mom was still angry with him.
“Well, we ought to get going,” Mom said, saying goodbye and leading Tyrell away.
“You’re okay with Tyrell?” I asked Dad when Mom and Tyrell disappeared through the crowd.
“Why wouldn’t I be? I’m not going to let her Dom me again.”
“What?” I asked.
His cheeks reddened, and he grabbed Evelyn’s hand and headed through the crowd, glancing back at me with a small, embarrassed smile. “Enjoy New Year’s! We’ll catch up this week, Hector.”
When he disappeared completely, I scrunched my nose. I didnotwant to hear about my parents’ sex lives, and I really hadnotexpected that Mom would’ve ever been a Dom to Dad. My head felt like it was going to explode.
“Ew,” I said.
Hector chuckled again. “Ah, now, you know what I’ve known for years.”
“You knew about that?!”
“That’s how I met your mother and father. She was Domming him at Radiant.”
“Gross!” I exclaimed. “I do NOT want the details!”
Suddenly, the countdown to midnight began all around us. After looping two fingers around my collar’s circular ring, he drew me closer until our lips were millimeters apart. Warmth exploded between us, and I curled my fingers around the flaps of his suit jacket.
And as everyone shouted, “One,” Hector gently cupped my face in his large hands and drew me closer to him. His lips crashed down onto mine, and I smiled against him.
Who knew that I’d wrap this year up by kissing my father’s best friend?
