Page 118 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Luther

The woman on the other side of the table reaches for the chair across from me like she’s going to move into it.

I hold my hand out. “That’s Kendra’s seat.”

She glances around. “Who’s Kendra?”

It’s hard not to grit my teeth.

How could anyone not know who Kendra is?

She’s my fucking reason for existing.

The reason I want to live and die at the same time.

“He’s talking about Kenny, my daughter.” Joe looks toward the garbage cans and shrugs. “She’s around here somewhere.”

“Oh, well, I can move when she comes back.” The woman slides into Kendra’s spot.

And it infuriates me.

That’s not her chair.

It’s Kendra’s.

And it’s the only way I get to be near her.