He reckoned so.
He fought back a grin but felt his lips twitch. They twitched more when her eyes narrowed on them.
He took the phone and put it to his ear.
“Mr. Holmes?”
“Barry. Barry. Son, for years, been telling you to call me Barry.”
Emme was pissed.
Barry Holmes sounded like he just won the lottery.
“Right. Barry,” he felt Emme’s eyes sharp on him at his familiarity with her father which was obviously invited, “what can I do for you?”
“Just to say, going into the office to get things started. I’ll be staying today, just in case. When’s that bond hearing you were talking about?”
He had explained to Barry what was happening, had been relatively forthcoming and asked him to come up to deal with McFarland should he be bonded out and head to work or even call in.
He did this because Deck needed that man far away from Emme. And that included him getting him suspended from work.
Barry had explained he had all employees sign contracts and he also had extensive employee handbooks. Barry then shared that an employee could be suspended pending investigation or fired outright should they engage in criminal acts, either on or off the job.
So McFarland was f**ked.
But Barry was going to handle that particular f**king.
Emme was having nothing to do with it.
“Ten o’clock,” he answered.
“Good, good,” Barry replied. “I’ll have a natter with the boys, look around, visit with my baby girl and wait for your call.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Deck agreed.
“Now, before you go, I’m standin’ outside this money pit my girl bought and lookin’ at a big pile of insulation tied under a tarp at the side of her house. Did my Emme get that sorted, do you know?” he asked a question he was not asking.
He wanted to know if Deck, suddenly very in Emme’s life, sorted that for his girl.
“Me and some of my boys saw to that yesterday, Barry.”
Mental spears pierced his skin. He looked to Emme then quickly looked back to his feet in an effort to hide his smile.
Definitely pissed.
“Son, I cannot tell you, she bought this place, so excited, ‘Dad, Dad! You gotta come up and see!’ I came up and saw. Nearly had a heart attack.”
Deck kept smiling at his feet.
Barry kept talking.
“Her mother and I bought that boiler for her, scared as shit the one she had would blow sky high. Tried to pay for the electrical work, she refused it, cleaned out her accounts to do it. I told her insulation was next. She renovated the master bath. I told her insulation was next. She renovated the master. You’ve been here. You see where I’m going with this. Offered to have it put in, she says, ‘Dad, it’s my house. I’ll see to it.’ Told her she might as well build a fire in one of her five thousand fireplaces and throw her money in it, not having insulation. Two months ago, she calls me and asks, ‘Dad, can you come up and help me get the chandelier in the front room down?’ Chandeliers!” he yelled. “She’s cleaning chandeliers before putting in insulation? I gave up. I’m glad you got her to see the light. Now we just gotta work on her getting these windows fixed.”
“She’s getting bids for those, Barry.”
“Hallelujah!” Barry shouted.
Deck bit his lip to stop from laughing.
“I’m glad you think this is funny,” he heard Emme hiss.
His eyes came up from his feet, his hand covered the phone and he whispered, “Baby.”
She stomped out.
He went back to the phone because Barry was speaking but he did it with his eyes on the backs of Emme’s legs exposed under his tee from mid-thigh down.
“Now, Jacob, I’m seeing you can make my girl see sense. You get those bids, you talk her into letting her mother and me pay for those windows. She balks, get her to accept half. She balks at that, she’s getting a big bonus for doing a good job at the yard, seeing as she actually does a good job at that yard just like I thought she would, but that bonus is gonna be whatever you tell me those bids say. You hear?”
The only people in his life who called him Jacob were his mother, Barry, Maeve and Emmanuelle Holmes, the last three because he allowed it and liked it. The first one because he had no choice but he still liked it.
He was Deck.
Everyone called him Deck.
This was because his father nicknamed him Deck when he was a kid, starting so young, Deck never knew anything but, and his dad, then others, never called him anything else.
He liked the nickname.
But he loved his dad.
Therefore the only time he got sharp with Elsbeth was when she once called him Jacob. He shut that shit down the minute it started. It hurt, she showed it, and she gave him that look every time she heard him allow Emme to use his given name.
But he didn’t care.
Fuck, he had a 150 IQ and he still was a dumb f**k.
“Barry, I’m thinkin’ that Emme likes to do things on her own. I’m also thinkin’, since a lot of shit has gone down the last coupla days and I forgot to tell her I phoned you, I got an angry woman on my hands. So, we’ll talk about the window bids later. Yeah?” he asked.
There was silence then, “Son, you best get on that. Emme’s her own girl, always has been. So when she gets irked, things can get iffy. Then again, she’s always had a soft spot for you so you’ll be all right.”
The call to Barry days ago had included Barry being surprised as well as delighted not only to hear from Deck but also to know Deck had reconnected with his daughter. Though, he hadn’t been delighted at what Deck had told him and Deck hadn’t shared how he, at the time and accomplishing this since, intended to connect with his daughter.
“I hope you’re right but I best get on that,” Deck replied.
“Right. I’ll let you do that, just one more thing,” Barry said.
“Yeah?” Deck prompted when he didn’t give Deck that one more thing.
“I know this question might seem strange but I’m a father, far’s I know you’re not, but if or when you are, you’ll understand me. She’s there first thing in the morning. I’m here with the insulation you pulled out of her house. Does this mean good things?”
Deck knew what he was asking.
“By good things do you mean am I seeing your daughter?” Deck got to the point.
“That’s exactly what I mean,” Barry answered.
It wasn’t strange but it was nosy.