Cain's POV

“You’re taking Celeste to dinner tonight.”

My father said it over breakfast as he reached for his coffee, not even bothering to look at me.

I put down my fork. “No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Have you ever considered asking me before making plans for my life?”

He turned a page of his newspaper. “Would you have agreed if I’d asked?”

“No.”

“Then I saved us both some time.”

My expression hardened. Sometimes I wondered if he just enjoyed getting on my nerves. “Why are you so bent on making this happen?” I asked. “Celeste and I barely know each other.”

“That’s why you’re taking her to...