Page 46 of Snap

The moment the words left my lips, I knew it wasn't true. He was adorable and I was drawn to him from the moment I laid eyes on him. Knowing who he was would have complicated things, but we could have gotten past them.

Not now. He lied, and then moved on faster than a ball in play.

"And here he is, in public, at a charity party with his hand down the front of some woman's dress," Dad said darkly.

Skye gasped.

My father continued. "Some people are saying he tore her dress in his enthusiasm. And that they were practically having sex right there in front of everyone."

"He didn't seem like the kind of guy to me." How had I gotten that so wrong? I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead with my fingertips.

"To me either," Dad said. "I suspect Harvey Danbury made up at least half of this is, but the photo doesn't lie."

He leaned against the wall. "I'd expect this behaviour from some of the guys, but not from Ollie Tucker. He's a nice kid. The kind I wouldn't mind my daughter bringing home."

"I thought about bringing him home," I said. "I thought you'd scare him off."

"I might do just that," Dad said. "My shoe up his backside might do it."

"Maybe you should talk to him," Skye said tentatively. "It might be a misunderstanding."

Dad turned on his phone and all but shoved it in her face. "What does that look like?"

She leaned her face back and squinted at the screen. "It looks like…" She shook her head. "It doesn't look good."

Dad pulled his phone away. "Exactly. I'll have to have a meeting with him and see what he has to say for himself. It's going to have to wait until after the next game. I don't have time today. He'll just have to sweat."

If Ollie was anyone else, I might feel sorry for him. Might.

Right now I wanted to get in line to kick his ass.

Dad turned his face toward me. I had a feeling I wasn't going to like what he was about to say.

"You're coming to the game tomorrow night. No argument."

"Okay," I replied.

He blinked in surprise. "Okay?" He asked warily. "Just like that? No smart ass remark?"

"You said no argument," I said sweetly. "I'm just doing what I'm told, like always."

He snorted a laugh. "Like never."

"There's a first time for everything." I sipped my coffee.

He gave me a suspicious look, but nodded. "Good. Maybe you can keep doing it."

Now was my turn to snort. "Good luck with that."

"I had a feeling you might say that," he said. "But don't try to get out of going to this game." He turned to Skye and his expression softened. "I hope you can come too."

While I pretended to gag, she smiled.

"I'd love to. I adore football. It's so exciting." She looked like she was ready to start clapping her hands.

I rolled my eyes.

My dad gave me a reprimanding look, but said nothing. What could he say? At least I wasn't in public with a guy's hands down the front of my dress. Or having sex in front of a room full of people. I'd never be that bold. Not to mention, every journalist in the city would have a field day. Harvey Danbury could retire on the money he'd make from me.

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