13
Charlie
FUCK... JUST WHAT I needed.
I groaned inwardly as my father walked over to our table, a displeased look on his face. I had to admit, he wasn’t big or bad-assed-looking like the two men at the table, but he put off an intimidating presence.
When he reached our booth, he removed his sunglasses and smiled coolly. “Charlotte, you haven’t been returning my calls. Do you have any idea of how worried I’ve been?”
“How did you find me?” I asked crisply. “Did you have someone tailing me last night again?”
“Tail you? No, of course not. I just checked with the credit card company and they told me there was an authorization for the Holiday Inn, across the street.”
I sighed. I really needed my own VISA. At the moment, I was just a co-signer. Of course, I was spoiled because he paid my
