Gypsy Soul by Janice M Whiteaker

Author:Janice M Whiteaker [Whiteaker, Janice M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: bad boy romance, bad boy, mc, MC Romance, tattoo man, alpha, Alpha romance
Publisher: Janice M. Whiteaker
Published: 2019-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

12

THE SINGLE-STORY brick house looks unassuming enough, but inside hides the most terrifying thing men like me ever face.

A woman’s father.

Felicity hasn’t made a move to get out of the car. She sits quietly in the passenger’s seat, staring at the house in front of us. Slowly her hand reaches across the car to find mine. “Don’t worry.”

“Not worried.”

It’s not a lie.

I’m fucking terrified.

Fathers don’t typically want their daughters to bring home someone with a criminal past. Someone who’s broken windows and laws and bodies.

Felicity’s dad is probably no different.

“He’s not what you should worry about anyway.” Felicity gives my hand a squeeze then jumps out of the car, robbing me of the chance to keep sitting right where I’m at. I open my door and climb out, the beat of my heart hitching when the door to the house opens. The man who steps onto the covered porch is obviously the primary contributor to Felicity’s height. He’s at least six four, lean, and long-limbed.

“Hey, Daddy.” Felicity gives him a little smile.

“Beanpole.” Felicity’s dad smiles wide and rushes toward her, wrapping her in a tight hug. “What in the heck are you doing here?”

She barely hesitates. Just long enough to come up with an excuse for showing up unannounced. “I had a few days off and thought I’d come down and surprise you.”

Felicity sounds different already. Her shoulders are already softer, her smile easier.

If I’d known how much she needed to come home I would have brought her weeks ago.

Her daddy’s eyes move to where I stand, sizing me up in the way I expected he would. I give him a smile and a nod.

Felicity steps from his embrace and toward me. “Daddy, this is...”

I reach my hand out. “Cody.”

Felicity’s sharp breath threatens to steal my attention. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

Her daddy shakes my hand the way a man who means business does. A little too tight. A little too long.

“Same.” He leans to one side, peeking over my shoulder. “That your car?”

“It is.” I keep shaking his hand. I’ll stand here all day if he wants. I want him to see I’m man enough to take care of his little girl. That I’m not some pussy in a suit, scared of a little intimidation. Honestly, if I was I would have run like hell away from his daughter.

I’m sure it’s happened to my girl a few times.

Finally he releases my grip. “Call me Vance.”

I nod. “I appreciate that.”

This dance is all about respect. Showing Vance I respect his place in Felicity’s life. That I appreciate the way he’s taken care of her.

And then hope he’s okay with adding me to the team.

Because I don’t get to be the only man who takes care of her. Not when there’s been one who’s done it for almost thirty years before me.

More than one in Felicity’s case.

“You had this long?” Vance slow steps up the side of my car, eyeing it as he goes.

“Couple years. Found it in a junk yard.”

His head snaps my way.

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