Sheridan
Garrett is about to wrap up his alpha speech when I see my dad leave, following Trey. That can’t mean anything good. I push my way to the exit, hurrying to the parking lot in time to hear Trey shouting my name.
“Sheridan makes her own decisions. I know she has a good life in Phoenix, and I’m not gonna push her to give it all up for me.” He jabs his finger into my dad’s chest again. “But I’m done kowtowing to you. I rolled over once. I’m not going to do it again.”
What the heck? What does Trey mean? I bite my tongue, hugging the wall.
My father looks insulted, huffing and puffing something as Trey walks away, but Trey is having none of it.
“It’s over. You want to fight it out, get on the schedule at the club. I fight most Fridays.” Trey’s bike cuts on. I jump from the shadows,
