When Derick came home, my feet were soaking in a bowl of water I'd filled with a soothing tonic. He paused in the doorway, looked at me and smirked.
''Did you have fun with dance training?''
I glared at him, ''If I could walk, I would come over there and kick you.''
Derick laughed and pulled off his jacket. ''I guess we won't be going out for dinner tonight, and I really wanted to take you out.''
''Unless you are planning on carrying me, I'm not leaving this chair.''
''I don't mind carrying you,'' He said, as he ran his fingers down my cheek, ''So, my father mentioned that he'd come to talk to you.''
I pulled back and exhaled, ''If you call it that. He pretty much just claimed he did what he had to, and he's not sorry for it.''
''He never is.'' Derick sat down in front of me, and li
