She raised her eyebrows and gave him a challenging expression. “So you don’t actually like Grace? As a woman, I mean.”
“Yes, I like her.”
“Then you’ll ask her out.”
He shook his head. “The timing is all wrong.”
“Because she’s seeing someone else?”
“No. Well, maybe. I don’t know. I didn’t ask. It’s not her, it’s me.” He sighed and set his acorn bread back on the plate. “Rather, it’s Angela.”
“So Angela doesn’t like her.”
“Angela doesn’t really know her.” But that didn’t prevent Caleb from assuming the worst. He couldn’t count on anything when it came to his daughter these days.
“Then what’s the problem?” his mother asked.
“Lily is the problem. I told you about the mural. When I tried to talk to Angela about defacing private property, it turned into something else. She admitted she thought I took her mother from her. I explained what happened, but at the moment she’s obsessed with feeling abandoned. I have no idea where this is coming from. Teenage imagination, I guess. I just don’t see how I can bring another woman into the mix right now.”
“Angela might not like it at first, but she’ll come around. She has before. You dated several women while you were in school.”
“None were serious.”
“So this Grace Huber...” His mother cleared her throat. “You could be serious about her?”
Caleb started. Not a question he’d asked himself. Not one he wanted to explore too deeply right now. “Mom, you’re jumping the gun. I like her, but I haven’t even asked her out on a date.”
“Then maybe it’s time you did something about that.”
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