Lion's Legacy by L. C. Rosen

Author:L. C. Rosen [Rosen, L. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Union Square & Co.
Published: 2023-05-02T00:00:00+00:00

We don’t hear from Dad’s friend that night, and we get some real sleep. The next day, Leo and I go out to a café across the street for breakfast, where he makes me try tropita and some of that dark Greek coffee, which is like a hit in the face to my weak Frappuccino taste buds.

“Thank you,” I tell him, feeling the caffeine singing in my veins. I glance out the window of the café. I wonder if Bulwark is watching us, has someone following us.

“It’s good, right?” he asks, taking another bite of the delicious cheese pastry.

“Yes,” I laugh, “but I mean for yesterday. It was a lot. And you didn’t freak out or walk away, and I barely know you.”

“True.” He smiles, sipping his coffee. “But it wasn’t so bad, really. And even if we weren’t, um, sharing a bed, I still would have done it. You’re my friend. Even if we have only known each other a few days. I know you enough to know that.”

I smile, then take a sip of the coffee and flinch. He laughs, which makes me laugh.

“Still,” I say. “Me crying because my dad doesn’t love me—that’s intense for a second date.”

“I don’t think your father doesn’t love you.”

“He didn’t visit me for two years, and when he finally showed up, it was only because the producers made him,” I say, shaking my head. “I feel calmer about it today, I guess? But I’m sad. He didn’t want me with him. And I was an idiot to think he did.”

“I think . . . you should tell him all that. You should talk to him. You can’t know what another person is thinking, what his reasons were for staying away or coming back.”

“Two years.” I draw the words out.

“I don’t mean forgive. I mean . . . understand before you decide. My mother and I didn’t have the best relationship. I was never out to her. But if she were here . . . I’d be grateful.”

“Right.” I close my eyes. “I’m sorry, me whining to you about my dad must seem so callous.”

“Callous?” he asks. “Like in your fingers?” He stretches out his hand and looks down at it. I take his hand, linking my fingers through his.

“No, it means cold.”

“Oh, no then, I don’t think you’re callous. Just angry your father didn’t tell you the truth. But you should tell him that.”

My phone pings and I take it out.

GABE

You still alive?

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