Lance

“What the hell, Lance!”

My father’s furious shout was the first thing that greeted me the moment I stepped into the house. I knew it—coming here was a bad idea. I would’ve rather slept at the office or in my condo than face the lecture he’d clearly been saving ever since the blind date fiasco.

I left Jeraldine at the restaurant. No goodbye. No explanation. And yes, I know that wasn’t exactly gentlemanly. But truth be told, I never pretended to be one, especially when I’m certain I have no interest in someone.

“I’m no longer a kid, Dad… You can't dictate to me what to do or not...