Lance
"What the hell, Lance!"
My father's furious shout was the first thing that greeted me the moment I stepped into the house. I knew it—coming here was a bad idea. I would've rather slept at the office or in my condo than face the lecture he'd clearly been saving ever since the blind date fiasco.
I left Jeraldine at the restaurant. No goodbye. No explanation. And yes, I know that wasn't exactly gentlemanly. But truth be told, I never pretended to be one, especially when I'm certain I have no interest in someone.
"I'm no longer a kid, Dad... You can't dictate to me what to do or not to do."
My voice was low but heavy as I walked straight to the minibar. I grabbed a bottle and a glass before heading into the living room, where he stood waiting.
I sat on the couch, unco
