Chapter 84

“I know where my daughter is. I didn’t last night, however,” the man reminded sharply, arms crossed over his casual gray V-neck sweater.

And he was squarely to blame for that.

Yeah, this wasn’t going to go well.

One-Mile nodded, doing his best not to let the preacher’s hostility unnerve him. After spending most of the night panicking about his daughter’s safety, he was entitled to be rattled. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry about that. But I’d like to talk through a few things before she arrives. Man to man.”

The reverend considered him, then finally stepped aside with a nod. “Come in. I won’t pretend to be excited that you’re a part of my daughter’s life. You stripped her innocence, used her, disgraced her, left her, put her in danger—”

“None of that was my intention, and I intend to take care of her from here.”

Brea’s father scowled and waved him onto the sofa in the homey living room. As One-Mile sat, the preacher lowered himself into an easy chair a few