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As soon as Dad spots the bruise on my face, he steps away from the car.
“I’m fine, Dad,” I mumble, stepping back because I don’t want him to touch my face.
“Like hell it is,” he spits out. “You should’ve gone to the station and to a hospital to make sure that you didn’t have a concussion.”
“Now, you’re exaggerating.”
I earn a dirty look from him.
“This is your well-being, not a tiny unimportant thing.”
“I was fine here,” I retort.
My dad looks over my shoulder, starting at Stanley.
“I bet,” he hisses, and I know that I hit a nerve.
If looks could kill, Stan would be six feet under. Dad is livid because I stayed with a guy.
“Be kind,” I order through gritted teeth.
He arches an eyebrow.
“Kind?” Dad looks at Stanley. “Have I been unkind to you?”
Stanley gulps and starts to shake his head when I raise a hand, begging him to remain quiet.
“Cut the passive-aggressive talk,” I say in a firm tone that would’ve won me a ticket to get grounded in the past. I can’t allow him to be cruel with Stanley when he’s not responsible for my decisions. “You better start being friendly with him because you’re going to be hearing and seeing a lot of Stan in the future.”
They both look at me with surprise clinging to their faces, and I realize in the position that I put myself in. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. It sounds like Stan and I have a serious relationship when we haven’t had that talk yet. However, it seems to work because my dad purses his lips together before he forces a smile.
“Oh, is that so?”
I can’t back away now.
“Yep.”
“That’s great,” Dad pronounces as if the thought hurts him.
I almost laugh at his face, but I maintain my position. I may regret pissing him off. Although, he needs to stop being rude to the guys that come into my life. I think that my father and his attitude towards the male population were the main reason I didn’t date a lot during high school; that and the fact that no one wanted to risk getting hurt by James if they broke my heart.
“So, we agree then.”
My dad coughs.
“We need to go, Bree.”
I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck, crushing him in a tight hug. I can feel his muscle tense when my dad growls. Biting the inside of my cheek, I kiss the corner of his lips.
“You want to see me dead,” Stanley whispers.
“You’ll live,” I assure him. “He’s all bark, no bite.”
“I can hear you, young lady.”
I raise my brows and smile innocently, letting go of Stanley.
“I don’t know, can you?”
