Page 90 of Sweetheart
How bad could it be?
"It's Sam," I said.
Therewas no response.At the sound of Sam's name, my father had gone oddly still.
"You remember. Sam Bishop?" I tried again.
"I remember."
The way he said it did not bode well.
"He's the kid who broke your heart," he said.
I forced a laugh. "A tad over-dramatic. Don't you think?"
Dad lifted a brow. "You locked yourself in your room fordays. I had to listen on the otherside of the door while you played your violin and cried. I felt helpless."
His face and voice hardened.
"Sam Bishop made you cry," he said then looked at me with furrowed brows. "You're actually dating that kid?"
Fake dating, I corrected mentally, but nodded in answer to his question.
"How did this happen?"
"We resolved our differences," I said diplomatically. "Sam and I found that we have a lot in common."
Like being open to fake relationships and pretend kisses.
"He's been good to me so far."
"Really?" Dad said flatly.
"Hasn't made me cry once since we've been together," I said with a smile.
Instead of laughing at my lame joke, his scowl only grew.
"And he's coming here for dinner?"
"Yes," I said. Before he could cut in, I added, "And I expect you to be on your best behavior."
Dad scoffed.
"He's my friend, Dad. My boyfriend."Pretend, yes. But still my boyfriend, I reasoned.I tilted my head. "You knew this day would come eventually."
"Not so soon," he muttered, "and not with a guy who's already on my list."
I sent him a frown. "What list?"
"My I-hate-him-already-and-will-kick-his-ass-if-he-hurts-my-daughter-again list."
Biting back a smile, I said, "Good title. You reallygot it all in there."
Dad sighed then pulled me into a hug.
"Just be nice to him," I murmured. "Okay?"
"I'll try," he said back, "but no promises. Also, you will not leave this house with Sam until he and I have had the talk."
