Chapter 37

Owen

“Oh not at all, dad.” I squirmed, smiling lightly at his funny expression when he asked the question. But just as quickly as it came, the smile faded, replaced with a somewhat disappointed grin.

He leaned forward, hand below his chin, his gaze mean… judging. “So who's she? And why is she here with you?” He quizzed, his tone icy, leaving no room for familiarity.

The air grew colder, and my smile had vanished before I even noticed it. I adjusted myself on the couch, my whole being tense as I thought of the response to give him.

Now I was starting to regret why I said...