“I won’t tell you again. This is between me and my daughter. Donal, you’d better take Bets out of the room.”
“No, we won’t be leaving Megan,” Donal said harshly. “Unless she comes with us. And you’d best mind yourself in this home.”
“I’m only talking to Megan.” He stared her down with flat eyes. “Isn’t that right?”
Megan’s mouth started to tremble, and all she wanted to do was run away and hide, but her father’s hands kept her in place as much as the truth of his words. Thiswasher fault. All she ever did was ruin things. Fail at them.
“Tyson couldn’t make a woman out of you,” her dad said, his mouth hard. “Certainly Kade can’t, not if he’s puffing you up with bullshit about you knowing things you don’t. That’s as stupid as it is dangerous. Megan, you march back there and tell Killian it’s your fault and that you’ll find a way to make it up to him. How much did thissnafucost? Donal?”
The older man shook his head. “It wouldn’t be right for me to say.”
“In my country, a man answers when he’s asked.”
Donal stepped forward. “Then you’d best stop flogging your daughter for an accident and calling her names.”
“Yes, stop calling me names!” Megan all but shouted as she wrested his hands from her.
“I’ll call it how I see it,” he only said, reaching for her again.
Donal stepped in front of her, his chin out.
“Stop this!” Bets grabbed Donal’s arm, and he reluctantly took a step back. “Megan, don’t listen to your father. You’re doing great here, and you and Kade are lucky to have each other.”
“You’re as crazy as ever, Bets,” Megan’s father said, “thinking a man is lucky to have a woman who made him lose everything.”
Megan started to shake. Shehadmade Kade lose everything. She was the worst thing that had ever happened to him.
Kade didn’t deserve to be with someone like her.