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“So, tacos afterwards?” I asked.
Freya laughed, nodding.
Chapter 35
Freya
Dinner with my parents was just how I’d expected.
Awkward.
I was grateful that Mom was on our side though, because while Dad didn’t give a crap about Ashton’s feelings, and he seemed to have lost his care about mine. Even still, he’d never give Mom attitude. Not since she said she could curse him with her stones. I still thought she was bullshitting, but there was a tiny possibility that maybe she wasn't, and no sane person wanted to risk it.
The lasagna was actually pretty good, and I ate my fill over sparkling wine and a silent table.
It wasn’t until we’d put away leftovers and settled into the living room that Dad had reached his limit.
“Are we going to keep dancing around this all evening?” he yelped after his second glass of whiskey.
“Nobody’s dancing, Tom,” Ashton said, his arm around me as we sat back in the loveseat together.
It was a bold move, one that made Dad furious, but I loved that he was taking charge and that he wasn’t afraid to be seen with me; to show affection toward me around them.
“You’re. Fucking. My. Kid.”
“You’re right,” Ash agreed, and my eyes bugged. “We had a quickie before heading here tonight. If it were anyone else, you’d be hi-fiving me.”
“But it’s not anyone else!” Dad’s face was turning red. “It’s my daughter!”
“Does her happiness matter to you at all?” he demanded, removing his arm from around me so he could lean forward and face my father, man to man. “If it were anyone but me, would you be losing your shit?”
Dad poured another finger of his whiskey and shot it.
“You broke my trust,” he growled.
“Ah, so there it is,” Ashton drawled. “This is about you and me. It has absolutely fuckall to do with Freya.”
“The hell it does! She’s the reason we’re even having this conversation!”
“The reason? What, did she seduce me?” Ash laughed.
“Somebody fucking seduced someone!” Dad accused.
And for some reason, I found that really fucking offensive.
“So it’s my fault?” I demanded.
I mean, yeah, I’d been the one to instigate our first kiss, and the one who got buckass naked in his living room. Was that a crime? According to my father, the answer was yes.
“If the shoe fucking fits,” he growed at me.
My jaw dropped as Mom made an angry sound.
“I get you,” Ash said, his hand moving to my thigh where he squeezed. “I get it, Tom. But what are you willing to sacrifice to save your own pride?”
Dad scoffed. “And what’s that supposed to mean? I’m not the one who’s screwing things up. I’m the victim here.”
Ashton threw me a long look, rolling his eyes almost imperceptibly at Dad’s words.
