Gavin’s POV
Her scent of Lavender and fresh vanilla was intoxicating. Even drunk, she was oddly captivating. But she was young, almost my daughter’s age and I wasn’t someone who would take advantage of a young girl. There was a reason she decided to drink so much tonight; the last thing she needed was someone, old enough to be her father, to have his way with her. I already saved her from one creep; I refused to be another.
I was almost grateful that my phone rang, interrupting wherever this was about to lead. But when I saw the caller, I internally groaned. I pushed Judy slightly so she would give me some space as I swiped across the screen.
“Yes?” I said into the phone, ignoring Judy’s pout.
“Is that any way to greet your mother?” My mother asked.
“I’m kind of in the middle of s
