Tiffany could feel the heat rising to her face as she watched the uncomfortable exchange between Jacob and her father. This was worse than she had imagined. She had known her dad would be protective, maybe even a little overbearing, but this…this was beyond anything she’d prepared to face.
Good god…what was the deal with her father and Jacob’s mother anyway?
Tiffany stole a glance at Jacob, who was trying his best to stay calm and respectful. He was handling it better than she expected.
It seemed like she didn’t know him as well as she thought she did.
As the dinner finally ended, Tiffany let out a slow, relieved breath. Her father had done everything except outright interrogate Jacob.
“Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Foster and Mr. Foster,” Jacob said, his voice steady despite everything.
