Page 110 of Fall for You
Right?
The intercom on his desk buzzed, and his assistant’s voice crackled. “Mr. Spencer, your?—”
But before she could finish, his father burst into the office. Eric shot to his feet. “Dad, what are you doing here?”
“This is my lodge. I have every right to be here.” His father’s face was an alarming shade of red, which put Eric on high alert.
He must have just flown in. Eric didn’t even hear the helicopter approaching.
Shaking his head, he gritted his teeth and faced his father head-on.
His stomach twisted. It’d been years since he’d seen the man lose his temper like this. He was scrambling to figure out the reason why and tried to counter the incoming storm with a calm smile.
“Of course you have a right to be here. But you weren’t scheduled to arrive until?—”
His father’s fist came down hard on the desk. “Do you think I wanted to charter a flight out here first thing? But I had to look at you for this. I had to hear it with my own ears!”
“Hear what?” Eric stupidly whispered, hating the way his father’s face contorted into a look of outright contempt.
“I have to know whatmy sonthinks he’s doing consorting with the enemy.” The way his father had sneered the wordsonwith such disdain had Eric’s insides plummeting.
His twisted stomach dropped down to his knees.
Oh no.
What had Dallas done?
“So!” Dad barked. “Can you explain this betrayal to me?”
Betrayal?
He wasn’t…
He hadn’t done…
Snapping his eyes shut, he pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to think.
What had his father found out? And how?
Dallas must have called him.
Really, Dallas? That’s low, even for a King.
With a short huff, he rested his hand on his hip. “Dad, I can explain?—”
“Do you have any idea how humiliating it was to realize I’ve been clueless about what my own child has been doing all these months.” His father leaned over the desk, his nostrils flaring. “But to hear all about it from aKing!”
“A…,” Eric started and stopped. Crap.
“Is it true?” The question was so loud, it seemed to bounce off every surface in his office.
Is what true?
He nearly said it, but playing dumb would only infuriate his father. He knew this from experience.
Eric scrambled to pull his thoughts together, to make sense of what had happened between dropping Willow off yesterday and this morning. The only thing he knew for certain—Dallas King was involved.
Dallas had seen them. And if he’d confronted Eric and hadn’t believed him, he’d have gone straight to Willow.
