Chapter Twenty-Seven
Maisie
I kept my eyes away from Beck. My dad’s comment had made my gut tighten and reminded me of everything I’d been conveniently ignoring about Beck. Of course, he’d be flirting and distracted.
I fiddled with my bracelet and then with the hem of my t-shirt, shifting my weight from foot to foot. I was uncomfortable in my skin. It was bad enough to be dealing with my dad here. I loved my dad. I really did. He just made me tired—his antics were so repetitive and always had been. So there was that. And then there was Beck. This whatever-the-hell we had going on was making me crazy. When it was just us, I could forget about what it meant outside of us. Yet, it had snowballed into something so much more, and I didn't know what to do about any of it. It was awkward to be
