Rosie's POV
I sat in my father's brown leather chair in his office. Dean started tapping his fingers against my dads large oak desk. He was getting impatient with me, and I knew it. Calling Mia shouldn't be a big deal. I owe her that much after leaving the way that I did. I just didn't want to hear about HIM or even the mention of his name. I think I mostly didn't want to hear about how happy he must be.
Dean was now sighing and being way too overdramatic if you asked me. I just needed to do things at my own speed. I knew he was going to crack soon if I didn't pick up the phone and dial Mia's number.
Like I expected, he finally snapped and tried to pick up the phone. I slapped his hand out of the way. "I got it, you impatient baboon."
He crossed his arms and sat back in the chair acros
