Chapter 10
Well, at least Cal now knew where Dad had gotten his “energy” two weeks before. When he recalled a stray comment from Natalya, Cal almost punched a hole in the pie dough he was rolling out for Scottish pasties intended for lunch service.
He woke up full of energy, Cal had said.
Or he never went to sleep, Natalya had declined to clarify her mumble.
And Dad had commented about seeing Natalya driving his Corvette. But Dad didn’t live on LBB Lane. When he’d given Cal sole possession of the apartment for a high school graduation present, he’d bought a small place out on Gull Way, not far from the airport.
Cal’s first instinct was to be pissed. At Natalya. At his father.
Even if Natalya had decided it was none of her business, it was his father and that was part of his business.
