Summer POV
“You’ve had a problem with my wife since you met her, admit it,” Dad grumbled.
“Yes, I admit it. I hate the fact you made me sleep in the basement when there was a perfectly good room upstairs without rats!”
“We’ll talk about that later,” Dad said, shoving the front door open.
“Oh, honey you’re back early,” Marcella said.
“Were you doing something?” I accused.
She rolled her eyes. “And you brought this one.”
“Summer’s not staying long,” Dad said. I swear I saw sweat on his brow. It wasn’t hot in the house by any chance.
“Of course, she still has to clean out her room. I want to convert the basement into an in-house gym!” She clapped her hands.
I rolled my eyes dramatically and made sure it lasted long enough for her to see it.
“Yes, Summer should get her things,” Dad s
