*Jim*
I open the door, shirtless and beer in hand, expecting a pizza. Instead, I’m greeted by a man with eyes that match Amelia’s. s**t. Was he out here long enough to hear us? I’ve stood here staring at him for too long.
I clear my throat. “Hello, Mr. Montgomery.”
He looks at me so awkwardly. He knows exactly what we were doing. “Sorry. I thought she was going to your place. I was coming to take care of something while she was gone.”
I look in his hands and see the bag from the hardware store. I nod, stepping out of the way so he can enter.
“Hi, Dad,” Amelia says softly, not looking at him.
He smiles and reaches into the bag, pulling out a can of black spray paint. “I was just going to paint over it. This works, too.”
I nod and return his smile. “I thought hitting it
