In fact, until Axl just mentioned it, I hadn’t given a thought to Dad.

Which, really, was a first.

I gave a thought to Dad a lot.

Hmm.

“I hope you know, if your dad was a loving father, and genuinely needed your day-to-day assistance, I would not have an issue with that,” he remarked.

“I know,” I replied quickly. “Of course I know.”

“This is something else.”

I knew that too.

I delved into the butter and made a study of carefully spreading it on my croissant.

“Hattie,” Axl called.

I looked up at him. “I can’t stop. He won’t take care of himself. And he’s my dad.”

“Okay, then as I told you, tonight, I’m going with you.”

Oh boy.

“Has he met any of your other boyfriends?” he inquired.

Whoa.

Just…whoa.

Axl was my boyfriend?

My boyfriend?

Major flutter.

“Hattie,” he called again, a little less patiently this time.

“You’re my boyfriend?” I asked.

“Were you there post-first-fuck convo yesterday?” he returned teasingly.

I so was.

Thank God.

Okay, he was my boyfriend.

There was that cashmere blanket again.

And okay times two, we were talking about this.

Last, I was procrastinating again.

We could either have this conversation now, or have it when I had to leave to go to Dad’s, something I actually couldn’t do without Axl because I hadn’t been behind the wheel of my car in a week, not to mention, my vehicle wasn’t even there.

“We need to go get my car,” I noted.

“Baby,” he murmured.

Procrastinating!

“Right, no,” I belatedly answered. “About the boyfriends. And that’s not a hard no, because I actually have, but it was a high school boyfriend and we went to Dad’s so he could take pictures of us before prom, so it kinda counts, but also doesn’t. Because…high school.”

“And how’d that go?”

“Dad was charming and funny, and at my next visitation with him, he told me Tyler was a loser.”

“Was he a loser?”

I shook my head. “No, he was nice. Then he went off to school at Cornell. He broke up with me his second week there. It bummed me out.”

“Sorry, honey,” Axl said through a grin.

The grin was cocky and amused.

Then again, if Tyler hadn’t moved on from his high school girlfriend, I might not be in bed with Axl eating croissants and being annoyed by my father who wasn’t even there.

“But he was the only one,” I continued. “Tyler, I mean. Dad might actually like you,” I added. “He’s a man’s man. You being all commando-y, he might understand I scored a winner.”

Axl’s lips quirked. “Commando-y?”

“Even in sleep pants, you look like you could topple a dictator.”

Axl burst out laughing.

“It’s the chest,” I pinpointed it.

Axl laughed harder.

I smiled and watched while he did.

Then I realized, with him being my boyfriend, I was his girlfriend, and this afforded me certain rights and privileges.