“If you’re going to the club dressed like that, then I’m coming with you.”

I turn to him sharply. “You will go with me, Logan, what?”

He falls silent, not saying anything. “Answer me, Logan. You will go with me as what?” I hate being in this mood, especially with him. I know he’s as stubborn as a goat and won’t back down unless I give in to his demands.

But giving in is the least of my worries. I hope he understands if I choose a different approach—talking to him like the adult he is.

I swallow hard and close my eyes, my hands forming fists as I try...