Release Me Father
I squeak at the end.
Damn it. He’s caught me by surprise, and it’s making me nervous. “Smut isn’t what I had in mind.”
“It’s just a romance novel, Daddy.” I knew the cigarettes would get me in trouble, but I’m surprised he’s harping on the book. He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure.