“Nosy bastard,” Emerson cusses under his breath as he fires up the ignition and backs out of the driveway. “There’s really no cogent reason he has for following me this evening. He just wants to be a dick. Too nice for his own damn good.”

“He’s still your father, Emerson. Do you have any idea where he’s headed?”

He shrugs. “Don’t know. Don’t care. And you shouldn’t either. He’s a grown man. He knows how to handle himself.”

“Of course.”

“Guess what, baby?” Emerson is suddenly bright-eyed, excitement wafting off him. I push the thought of Nate to the back of my mind, and muster the best smile I can....