As soon as they all disperse, I make a beeline for Emma, she appears to be too comfortable with him.

The moment she sees me, Emma beams a smile. “Rick, meet my dad.” She moves close to me and I hook my arm around hers.

Clenching my jaw so hard, I fix him a hard stare, nodding. Rick keeps smiling at me and at that moment, I feel like slapping that goddamn smile from his face.

He steps forward with his hand outstretch. “It's a pleasure, sir.”

I return his handshake so as not to appear as being rude. “Same here,” I say.

After that, I glance at Emma. “I...