26
“Hello.”
Loki’s and Sammi’s heads shot up in unison and frowned at a middle-aged man in a rumpled tweed jacket draped over a wrinkled button-down shirt. Extending his hand out to Loki, he said, “The nurse told me that you’re Abby’s fiancé. I’m her father.”
Fuuuck.
Standing up, Loki took his firm handshake and replied, “I can explain, sir.”
Abby’s father held his grip for an extra beat before releasing it. “Is there a cafeteria somewhere in this hospital? I’ll buy you a coffee and you can update me on what’s really going on.”
“Yes, sir, although I’d suggest we go to the coffee shop around the corner. The coffee here is for shit.”
The man’s lips curved upward slightly, reminding him of Abby. Now he knew where she got her smile from. “Sounds great. Lead the way.”
Turning to Sammi,
