he’d been in high school and had come home past curfew. Somehow the man always knew what Gabe was up to.
Not this time. Surely.
“Care to tell me anything?” he asked.
Gabe paused, froze. He waited a beat and then lifted his face.
His father’s voice sounded eerily like it had when he’d been in trouble, but his face was filled with mirth. His eyes twinkled with laughter. What did he know?
“What?” He swallowed around the word. He wasn’t about to give up any information on his own. If the man knew something, he’d have to spit it out. But, how the hell . . . ?
“Seriously? Is that the way you want this to go? How long were you planning to keep it a secret?”
“Keep . . . what . . . a secret?” Fuck. Visions of a garden party flitted through his mind, making him flinch. He had to stifle a groan.
“Come on. I’m your father. Why the pretense? And what are you even doing here alone? I’m surprised you bothered to come home.” He chuckled. “I wouldn’t have.”
“Did I miss something?”
His Dad tipped his head to one side and lifted a brow. “Did I ?” He paused a moment, his gaze roaming over Gabe from head to toe, scrutinizing him. “No. I think not. Gabriel Albertson, I saw the way you were looking at Kathleen Davis. Don’t try to play stupid. You stood for many long minutes half-listening to her father and his friends while your attention was focused on nothing but the man’s daughter. I watched your reaction to her and saw her squirming beneath your gaze. When she bolted from the room, you took off after her like she might escape the planet if you didn’t hurry.
“I remember that feeling. That look. That drive to follow at all costs. Your mother did that to me.”
Gabe gulped for air. “Does anyone else know?”
His father furrowed his brow. “I’m sure they do, but I didn’t discuss it with anyone except your mother. I didn’t expect to find you in the house when we got home. I was surprised you were here. Why?”
Now it was Gabe’s turn to be shocked. Why? Because I value my freedom, that’s why. People go to jail for such things . He stood and paced the kitchen, wishing he’d had two cups of that coffee behind his father before engaging in this conversation. “What the hell would you have had me do, Dad? Molest her? Because if I spent even one more second in the vicinity of that girl, that’s what would have happened. I’d have taken her on the spot, maybe not even given her the courtesy of finding a private place to claim her.”
Edward tipped his head even farther to one side. “I’m missing something. What’s the problem?”
“Don’t you think she’s a little young, Dad? Did that ever occur to you?”
“Kathleen? Sure, she’s young, but she’s older than your mother was when I met her. Why are you so worried about her age? You aren’t that old.” He snickered.
Gabe froze in his steps. Had he misjudged her age by that much? “How old is she, Dad?”
“She must be about twenty-one, I suppose. She graduated from college this month. How old did you think she was?”
“Oh fuck. I mean, oh my fucking God. Are you shitting me?” Gabe ran both hands through his hair and stared dumbfounded at his father. How the hell had he so underestimated her age?
When his dad started laughing, Gabe ignored him. “I guess she did look fairly young last night in that sundress, but I assure you she’s legal. What did you say to her?”
“Not enough.” Oh God . He pondered the various lines he’d used. He’d treated her like a child. She must have been fuming mad. No wonder she left in tears. He’d dismissed her without any explanation, assuming it was clear to her they couldn’t mate until she was older. Except she was older. Significantly older than he’d assumed.
Gabe turned toward the door. He needed that run more than he needed the coffee now. He needed to clear his head, and then he needed to find Kathleen and fix the mess he’d made. If she’d even