Chapter Three
Beau
I’d already put my shoes back where they belonged, along with my wallet, and was lying on my bed again when a curious tapping came at my door. I knew it wasn’t Bentley, since she obviously didn’t believe in knocking anymore.
“Come in,” I called with a deflated sigh, figuring I’d have to answer uncomfortable questions now.
The door opened, and Dad cautiously peered in through the entrance. When he saw me, he sighed and leaned casually against the doorframe. Then he stuffed his hands into his pockets and asked, “Everything okay?”
I lifted my eyebrows as if I had no idea what he was talking about. “Yeah, sure. Why?”
He laughed lightly and shook his head. “I couldn’t help but hear the spat you got into with Bentley.”
My gut tightened just hearing her name. But I indig
