What were the odds that Chevy would bring in someone related to that piece of filth?
Silver’s eyes suddenly looked up and she caught me staring at her.
She smiled, and I had no choice but to look away, or she’d see my frown.
My phone rang in my pocket, and I thanked the good lord that I had a distraction that could take me out of the room.
I softened minutely when I saw who it was that was calling.
“Eedie,” I said to my seventeen-year-old daughter. “Where are you?”
“Dad,” Eedie said, frustration clear in her voice. “You’re never going to believe this, but he took my car again!”
He.
Gritting my teeth, I steeled my spine and said, “Where are you?”
“Mom’s house,” she grumbled. “Mom doesn’t care, either. She said that she pays the gas that goes in it, so there’s no reason he can’t use it.”
“He” being her stepfather.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” I murmured. “Don’t cause a scene. You know how she gets.”
Eedie knew how she got.
We’d been dealing with Eedie’s mom’s bullshit for as long as I could remember.
It was my bad luck that I’d accidentally gotten her pregnant even though she was on birth control and I had been using a condom.
Not that I could complain about the aftereffect.
Having Eedie was the best thing to ever happen to me.
I loved Eedie more than life, and dealing with her mother was one hundred percent worth it if I got my baby girl in the end.
“I’ll be over soon,” I repeated when Eedie didn’t agree. “Don’t instigate a fight.”
“I’ll try,” she grumbled.
“But first I’m going to stop by and get your car.”
I did just that, too.
I found the car at the local home improvement store closest to where Eedie lived with her mother in Frisco.
Parking my bike around the corner of the store, I got off and walked to Eedie’s car—a 1993 Chevy Camaro.
It wasn’t a brand new car, but it wasn’t a shit car, either.
It’d been restored by my own hands, and I’d been contemplating selling it when Eedie had asked if she could have it.
Since I’d been needing to start looking for a car for her anyway, I’d agreed, and she’d been driving it for a year now with me when I had her.
She’d turned seventeen a few months ago, and so far, the car had worked out well for her.
Now, if I could only get it to stop working out well for her stepfather…
I started the Camaro up with a throaty roar and started out of the parking lot, heading toward Eedie’s mom’s house.
