As Lauren returned to her seat, Sara looked at me and said, "We're repainting your bedroom on New Year's Eve - so you'll need to find someplace else to sleep that night."

Her eyes didn't move from my face - but I could tell she was waiting for a reaction from Lauren's mother or me.

I could feel my face flushing. I had been very clear about not pushing the two of us.

"Sara ...," I growled.

"Scott," April called to me.

I turned to look at her.

She ignored the faces of the young women around us and stared into my eyes.

"I want to be upset too," she...