“Yeah, that would be great,” she said, trying to hold in her smile.

Don’t smile for me, Amanda. I’m not worth it.

I headed to Dad’s room, and when I walked in, he was sleeping, which was good. If he hadn’t been asleep, I would’ve considered turning around and walking away. Sitting on his deathbed, he still had the ability to be full-blown cruel—even when he didn’t recognize me as his own son. When he was resting, though, I could look at him as more human than a monster.

I pulled up a chair beside his bed and began reading War and Peace—his favorite novel—to him. I’d been reading him a few chapters each evening, even if he couldn’t hear me. That novel was one of the only things he and I had in common. Outside of liking the same book, I was the complete opposite of the fragile man who lay across from me.

I read for about forty-five minutes before shutting the book and rising to my feet. Dad looked so broken down and tired. Sometimes I’d count his breaths to make sure they were all being taken fully.

Other times, I’d lay my hand against his chest to feel his heartbeats.

My cold heart didn’t know how to deal with what was happening to the man I’d always known to be hard and rough. Seeing him so broken down was harder than I could’ve ever imagined.

After I finished my visit, I headed toward the reception desk where Amanda was already waiting. “Ready?” I asked.

She nodded as she gathered her things.

We walked out to my truck, and she was quick to change my radio from the rock station to her pop music. “Thanks for the ride. I didn’t know it was supposed to rain,” she explained, running her hands down her thighs.

“No problem.”

“Did you see the invitation for Alex and Morgan’s wedding?” she asked. “I mean, it came to our old place, but Morgan said she’d send you another one since we aren’t each other’s plus-ones anymore. Unless…” She bit her bottom lip, and fuck, all I wanted was a cold beer and silence. “Unless you want to still go together.”

I raked my hand through my hair. “I think we both know why that’s not a good idea.”

“It could be a good idea if we tried it, though. I mean, really—how about we give that exes-with-benefits thing a go? I think I’m healed enough from the breakup.” She said it in a playful tone, but I knew she was serious.

“Amanda…you just drunk-dialed me sobbing last weekend.”

“That was the alcohol’s fault. It makes me a mess.” She laughed, but I knew it was a nervous laugh. I felt pretty shitty about the breakup, not because it wasn’t right for us—because it was—but because she was having such a hard time with it all.

We pulled up in front of her apartment building, and I put the truck into park. “Amanda, come on. We’ve talked about this. It’s just not going to work between us. You already know I think you’re a great girl and—”

“Please don’t belittle me with your empty compliments,” she muttered. “It doesn’t make it hurt any less.”

I lowered my head. “If having you work for my dad is making this split too hard, I can look into having him transferred—”

“I can do my job,” she snapped. “I don’t need you questioning if I can handle my work because of my feelings for you. Besides, I was kidding about being exes-with-benefits. Just drop it. I’m sure you’ll be dating soon enough anyway, and it’ll be as though I never existed.”

“I’m not seeing anyone.” If only she knew how wrong she was about her theory. Dating was so far off my radar. I figured if a girl like Amanda couldn’t make me a family man, maybe I wasn’t meant to be one. She was a good person with a kind heart.

There was just some unknown part of me that didn’t see myself falling in love with her and raising her children, and I wasn’t going to be the asshole who strung her along. I was going to be the asshole who broke her heart.

Talk about a lose-lose situation.

“Did you ever love me?” she asked, and fuck did that question suck. She knew the answer. I didn’t know why she was doing this to herself.

I glanced over at her and witnessed her eyes filling with emotion. “I’m sorry, Amanda.”

“Maybe you’re just like your father,” she stated, and those words made my skin crawl. “Maybe you’re just so messed up in the brain that you can’t love another person—or even let them love you.”

My jaw tightened as I tried to shake off what she’d said.

Maybe you’re just like your father.

That was a low blow, and Amanda knew it. The only thing in life I never wanted to be was like my father.