Vincent POV
'Call your Dad on the way home, son. He will be waiting on the news of your leg.' Grandpa said as we pulled up at the grocery store to pick up a few things for Grandma. I sighed, knowing he was right.
I pulled out my phone from my jacket pocket and dialed his number while Grandpa was in the store.
'Son.' Yep, that is the way Dad answers the phone.
'Tore it. Dad will be resting for a few weeks.' I felt emotional telling Dad.
'How big?' He knows what a tear means.
'Small, two weeks tops.'
'Stay off of it. Use those damn crutches and no excuses for at least a week.' He growled at me.
'I am Dad, and I am also not riding at the next event. Will stay home and help the ladies.' I snarked back; it was Dad used when we were kids, and we had hurt ourselves. It was supposed to t
