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breathe freely again until he was speeding down the main street of town again. He gripped the steering wheel so tight his fingers started to tingle as he drove back to his father’s house.
    He blew a breath out slowly and tried to calm himself. Now what? Hell. It had to have been at least an hour since he’d left the house. His father had had the food all cooked by the time Garrett had left. Maybe they’d eaten and then gone out again. Or Molly could have finished dinner and then gone home. Even better.
    No matter what, he had to give it a shot. He’d rather chance going home than go back to the bar where Greg might come looking for him.
    Shit, his belt was still half-open. He tried to steer with his knees and fasten it again, all the while realizing how lucky he was Greg hadn’t put him in the hospital.
    When Garret pulled into the drive, he knew his hopes that it was safe to go home were squashed. Molly’s car was still parked in front of the house. Fine. He’d snuck out of one house already today. He’d just sneak into this one. He could slide in the side door quietly and make his way to his room without his father and Molly ever knowing.
    As quietly as he could, Garret eased open the door and slipped inside the back entrance next to the laundry room. All the lights were on in the dining room and the kitchen. They must still be eating. Maybe his father had made dessert. He’d have to raid the fridge and look for some leftovers later when she left because he realized he’d never gotten to eat. Hell, maybe he’d take a look now. They wouldn’t hear him. They’d be too busy eating and talking.
    He took a turn for the kitchen and stopped dead at the scene that greeted him.
    “Oh my God. Garret.” His father eyes flew open wide as he stood like a deer caught in headlights.
    Garret clutched for the edge of the cabinet, not sure whether he was going to pass out or go blind from the sight of Molly kneeling on the linoleum. In her mouth was his father’s—he could barely even think the word penis , forget about actually look at the body part she held in her hand and between her lips.
    Garret finally managed to throw his hands up in front of his eyes and back up. “No. Not a word. Just forget it.”
    Ready to vomit, he turned and headed for his room. That was it. He was leaving for North Carolina as soon as possible. If only he could run away as easily from that image seared into his brain.
     
    Even though he doubted it would happen, it did. The sun rose the next morning as if nothing had altered Garret’s entire world the night before. He was awake to see it rise too, having not slept the night before. He didn’t stop to make coffee at the house. It was too risky. His father might come into the kitchen. Instead he slipped into his clothes and snuck out to his truck. He drove to the only place he thought he could maybe have any hope of finding peace.
    He brushed a few dead leaves off his mother’s headstone and the confusion of emotions grew within him. Her death had been the biggest loss of his life. Losing her should put everything into perspective. All else should pale next to that, but somehow seeing his father with another woman felt almost as devastating as losing his mother had.
    The crunch of footsteps on the grass behind him had Garret turning.
    “I had a feeling you might be here.” His father pressed a kiss to two fingers and then touched the granite stone. “You know I’ll always love her, don’t you?”
    It didn’t look like it last night. Garret bit his lip so hard not to respond he was surprised he didn’t taste blood.
    “I’m sorry you saw what you did, but I’m not dead, Garret,” his father continued. “I have to go on living. It took me a very long time to be ready to do that, but now I think I am.”
    “I’ll be out of your hair soon enough. Then you can do whatever you want.” Wherever he wanted. Once Garrett was gone, they could fuck on the kitchen counter, or hell, run naked