Page 15 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

“Get off me,” she said, but made no move to push me away. “I’m going home.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?” she asked. “You don’t get to make decisions for me.”

“I do when I know that you won’t be able to drive home straight.”

If she left like this and got into a car accident, Jacob would never forgive me.

At least, that was what I told myself … that this was all because of my relationship with Heather’s father and not because she had done something to me last night. Not because I had always looked forward to business dinners with Jacob’s family just so I could see her. Not because I’d only really ended up attending Jacob’s family’s Christmas parties for her.

“Have you eaten dinner yet?” I asked, continuing forward to my car parked on the side.

“No.”

I glanced back at her. “Heather, it’s almost ten.”

“Yeah, well … I haven’t had time.”

“What’ve you been doing?”

“Crying. Now, will you get off me so I can go home?”

She dug her heels into the ground, so I released her wrist and turned around to face her.

“You’re coming with me so I can make you dinner. And you’re not going to whine about it.”

The brattiness suddenly stopped, and she furrowed her brows. “You’re going to make me dinner?” she repeated, almost surprised.

“Yes.” I held out my hand for her to take. “Now, come with me.”

I waited and I waited and I waited. And then she finally placed her hand in mine.

“Fine, but only because I’m hungry. Then, I’m going home.”

“Sure.”

But she wasn’t going to leave without telling me who had made her cry.

I would make sure of it.

CHAPTERNINE

HEATHER

Thirty minutes later,I sat at Hector’s dining room table with a plate of warm pasta in front of me. I kicked my legs back and forth underneath my seat and took another bite of some of the best food I had ever eaten.

“I didn’t know that you could cook,” I hummed.

“You like it?”

A small smile crossed my lips, and I shrugged nonchalantly. “It’sokay,” I said—because that man had a huge ego and I was attempting to bring him back down to reality.

After rolling his eyes, he set his fork on his plate and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Are you going to tell me why you were crying?”

“I’ve just had a bad day.”

“What happened?”

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