MAVERICK
I knew something wasn’t right when he walked into the kitchen. We may have only known each other for a few weeks, but Lake was a ray of sunshine. But not tonight, though. He seemed to have carried the whole world on his shoulders, and I had a feeling that it had something to do with his announcement.
And that kiss—it was something—deep and meaningful, as if he was pouring out all his emotions, wearing his heart on his sleeve.
“He can fuck with it.” He was mad. I could see it in the way his body was tense.
“Maybe you should care about his opinion.”
“Says the woman who doesn’t want to know about her father.”
Okay, this conversation was getting out of hand. “That’s a different story. My father hasn’t been there for me since birth. Your father, on the other hand—”
“He doesn’t like you!”