My Best Friend's Father
Thornsyour office obsession
He grabs my hand, squeezing, eyes pleading.
“I won’t—relax.” He lets go, smiling, grabbing yesterday’s book.
“Don’t worry—I’m a nerd too.”
“You are?”
“Yep—kids at school don’t like my sleuthing. Call me a rat, but I’m a teen detective.” He chuckles.
“Should I call you Nancy?”
“You should—Nancy Maxwell, on the case.” We laugh, spending the day chatting about, mysteries, school, walking the woods—back near dinner. Colin’s out with Dad and Uncle Theo, so Cole talks freely.