Wolfe’s POV.

“Dad.”

The word slipped out before I could stop it, my voice flat, almost mechanical. I couldn’t muster up anything more than that—no warmth, no excitement. Just… Dad.

He cleared his throat, tugging awkwardly at his collar. “The suit suits you really well, Wolfe.”

I raised an eyebrow, a half-smirk tugging at my lips. Really? That’s what he led with? Compliments about my suit? He’d have to do better than that.

I hadn’t wanted to ...