“I’m not going to quibble over titles. I’m with Honey. We’re dating. Seriously. The news last week upset her. She was freaked out and had to call you. I want to know why. What’s going on? She claims you’re like a father to her.”
“She was worried I might have been injured. I’m often at the legislature. We have an office there. You needn’t worry about me, or my relationship with Honey.”
“I’ll worry about whatever I want to.” Ira narrowed his eyes. “If you do anything to hurt her, or cause her to be hurt, I’ll find you and hurt you.”
Alexandria gasped.
“And I’ll do the same to you. She’s like a daughter to me. As dear to me as Draya. You hurt Honey and you won’t live to regret it. Mark my words, boy.”
Ira nodded his understanding. Impasse. “What division are you with? Army? Navy?”
“That, my boy, is none of your damned business. Now, if you’ll leave my daughter and I alone, we’d like to finish our lunch so we can get back on the road. We have a vacation to finish.”
He rose and said goodbye. Something was fishy here. Vacation, his butt. Zindle was her boss and he was military. He had admitted it. Which meant, in some fashion or another, Honey was working with or for the military. But how? She said she worked on the internet. Doing what? Meeting Zindle had added questions without providing any answers, making Ira uncomfortable and more than a little wary.