Page 148 of The Clover Chapel (Jamison Valley 2)
So it came as no surprise that the minute I picked Trent up, he didn’t beat around the bush.
“I don’t approve of your marriage to my daughter,” Trent said.
“I don’t give a fuck. Neither does Emmy.”
“You’ll never get your hands on our money.”
I scoffed. “This may surprise you, Trent, but not everyone is like you. I don’t give a fuck about your money. Keep it.”
“All people want money.”
“Not me. I’ve got everything I need,” I said.
“Forgive me for not believing you,” Trent said. “I find it much too coincidental that after years of estrangement, you decide to rekindle a relationship with my naïve and stupid daughter just a year after her trust was released into her charge.”
My blood started to boil and I clutched the steering wheel, fighting to keep control over my temper. “I didn’t convince Emmy to move here in some elaborate scheme to get her money. The only coincidence here was that she randomly chose to move to the town where I’d been living for almost a decade.”
“That’s quite a coincidence. Surely, you can understand my skepticism,” Trent said.
“It’s crazy but true. You might as well accept it. I’m not going anywhere so you’re stuck with me.”
“We’ll see.”
“Yeah, we’ll see,” I said. “Oh, and if you ever call Emmy naïve or stupid again, or any other insult for that matter, I’ll break your fucking nose. Watch how you talk about my wife.”
“She’s my daughter. I’ll talk about her any way I see fit.”
“Not anymore. Last warning, pal. Don’t fuck with me on this.”
Trent sank back into his seat but wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.
I fucking hated this guy. All of Emmy’s goodness must have come from Collette and her grandparents because her father was a piece of shit.
How could Trent have so little respect for his own daughter? Emmy was smart and funny. She loved completely and forgave easily. Her warmth and beauty drew you in. Five minutes in her presence and you never wanted to be without her again.
It’s why Gigi and Maisy had so quickly added Emmy to their girl squad. Why my friends had never given me shit about spending all my free time with her. They knew how special she was and how lucky I was to have her.
“Why are you even here?” I asked Trent.
“Steffie insisted we visit Emmeline and I give you a chance.”
“You didn’t want to see Emmy?” I asked.
“Why would I? Eventually she’ll come to her senses and move home. I can see her then.”
“She’s not moving back.”
“She will,” Trent insisted.
This guy was fucking delusional. He actually thought Emmy would be back in New York soon.
All of the things I had wanted to tell Trent were pointless, so I kept my mouth shut. He had no clue what kind of person his daughter was and he didn’t seem to care that she had found happiness in her Montana life. All he cared about was making sure I wasn’t after his fortune.
Change of plans. I passed the turnoff for the trailhead I had planned to take.
I wasn’t going to give Trent the easy hike that I’d planned. Instead, I was taking the fuckwad up the steepest trail I had ever hiked. I couldn’t punch Emmy’
s dad but I could make his life miserable for the next three hours.
