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The space was drenched in shadows and when his father stepped into the circle of light where Shane stood, his disappointment was obvious

“I’?”

“Don’t take it personally”

Jaher attempted a smile “I won’t”

Shane wiped his hands and stretched, the s were stiff He’d been standing in front of the easel for hours, not really doing

Planning on what to do and what to say and how to fix so that was obviously broken

He moved toward his father and paused a few feet away, not really knohat to say to hiher a few times over the last feeeks Lunch had been first—in the city at Twisted Lemon—The Grill wasn’t exactly his father’s style

Shane wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but he had been blohen in fact, all his father was interested in was lunch

The two of thes that didn’t matter Hockey Baseball They’d even discussed the weather He’d left their lunch, not feeling as if he knew his father any better, but thinking that ht

“So I was in the neighborhood…” Ja with his mouth

Shane arched an eyebrow, at his father’s attempt at humor

“Thought I would stop in”

“Good to know,” Shane said casually, noticing for the first time his father was still dressed in the clothes he had worn to dinner at the Barker’s “Is everything alright?”

Jaed “I don’t know You tell me”

Shane rubbed his chin, running his fingers along the thick stubble that was now nearly two days old He didn’t think he could do the buddy thing with his father Not yet Maybe never