“You’re damn right I do.” He walked across the room and got in my face. “You were supposed to come here to learn your place. If Brock wants you after this, it’ll be a miracle.”
“Want me?” I didn’t give a flying f**k if Brock wanted me. “I don’t want him, so it doesn’t matter.”
“Do you really think you have a choice?” Dad laughed and turned to Donovan. “Get the hell out of here. I need to talk to my daughter alone.”
“No.” Donovan shook his head, determined to stay by my side.
What a sweet and foolish gesture. “I’ll be fine.” I touched him, and my dad growled low. I dropped my hand, not wanting to make things worse. “Go on. It’s okay.”
Donovan glanced at Dad and then me. “Are you sure?”
No, I wasn’t, but him being here was a very bad thing. “Yeah, I’ll call you later.” I had to appease
