Sky looked up and saw her father leaning in the doorway, watching her. It was still new, this fragile bond they’d somehow forged over the last few days, but it was…getting there. Johnny had always been a gruff kind of man at the best of times. He had a fearsome façade that went with his title as leader of a motorcycle club. Few people truly got to see the gentle giant that lay dormant just below the surface. Now, though, he seemed to let it come through a little more often. Maybe it was the absence of stress. Maybe this new, cleaned-up version of the club allowed him to let down his guard a little more. Whatever it was, she liked it. “It’s good. Better than my last job,” she added, moving over so he could sit down beside her. “I heard your old boss was a bit of a dick.” “You could say that,” she said, smiling. “You want me to send a few of the boys around for a chat?” Sky sent him a look that he seemed to find extremely funny.
