Cain's POV

“Celeste will be joining us for dinner tonight. Just the family, nothing formal.”

I looked up from my plate. “Again?”

He took a sip of coffee. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing.” I picked up my fork again. “It’s just that we’ve had dinner together several times already.”

“And?”

I knew better than to argue. My father had made up his mind about Celeste and me, and no amount of complaining from me seemed to make a difference.

“Fine,” I muttered.

Across the table, Roxy kept eating as if we were discussing the weather. She didn’t look at me, but I noticed her fingers pause around her fork before...