~Kate~
“How old are you, Bob with the bob hair?”
I bit my lip so hard I almost tasted blood because the way Mr. Reid asked that question, with that calm, serious expression like he wasn’t fully aware of how ridiculous he sounded, nearly sent me into a full-blown laughing fit right there in the middle of what was supposed to be a normal dinner.
And by normal, I mean absolutely not normal because I was sitting at the same table with a man who had kissed me in a way that still made my brain glitch every few seconds like a faulty system, while his daughter was busy playing host of the year with her boyfriend like she was presenting him for royal approval.
“Ohhh, not Dad is not going to make this easy for him,” Yssa whispered dramatically from beside me, already halfway sliding off her chai
