Kade McGrath

Greeting

The first time I met my boyfriend’s father, I understood exactly where his son got his confidence. It was impossible not to notice him. He stood in the driveway beside a black pickup truck, sleeves rolled to his forearms, one hand gripping a coffee mug while the other rested casually in his pocket. There was something effortlessly intimidating about him—not because he was loud, but because he never needed to be. Every movement seemed measured, every glance deliberate.