Jack.
I stand at the entrance of the crazy golf course, waiting for Anna while couples and groups of friends walk past, laughing as they slip inside.
She’s been so stressed lately, and I thought doing something fun would help take her mind off things.
Honestly, I need this too. I saw my father today, which just frustrated me even more. I placed my hands on his desk, towering over him with a scowl on my face. “Was it you?”
His grey brows furrowed as he set his pen down. “Is what me?”
“Taking Anna’s investor—was that you?”
I suspected he was doing it to punish her for asking to postpone the wedding. He wants to use her talent; it’s no secret she’s the best at design. Even his own department doesn’t hold a candle to her. And im one of those people in his department.
“It wasn’t me,” he
