“Oh.”
“Yes, oh.” I could tell from the twist of his features that he found that fact unpalpable. I wondered if he’d spoken to Molly before he came to my house. That thought didn’t sit well with me.
I was done being pushed around by jerks like Miller. Molly must have inherited her personality from her mother as she wasnothinglike this dipshit. “You were saying,” he said.
I rocked back on my heels. I was aware of Ma behind us in the kitchen, in hearing distance. “I wasn’t saying a damn thing. I dropped by. Doesn’t mean anything is going on. Maybe I just called by to say hey.”
“Really? So, you usually visit girls in the middle of the night,justto say hey? On second thoughts. Don’t answer that.”
I knew my reputation with the ladies proceeded me and got what he was saying but I needed to shut that shit down. Not for me, but for Molly. Those rumours I had spreadin the early days were old news. My original slut shaming agenda left nothing but a bad taste in my mouth now.
“It wasn’t like that,” I explained, tugging my hands out of my pockets. I rubbed the scrub on my jaw with my fingers. Fuck I needed protein. Protein and a shave.
He quizzed me with a look, taking a step forward. “No?”
I kept my ground and didn’t move back. I had nothing to hide. “No. Nothing happened. Nothing like that, I mean.”
“So, you didn’t touch my daughter last night?”
“Define touch,” I batted back with a slight grin.
He wasn’t amused. “Don’t play games with me, Hudson? It would be in your best interest not to fuck with me.”
OMG Miller knew the word fuck?
I opened my eyes wide in surprise and then smirked. “Are you allowed to say that?”
I could see from the corded muscles in his neck that he was fuming. Angry that I had anything to do with his sweet daughter. Which meant that what I had hoped to achieve by fucking with Molly was a success. Not that it mattered now.
“Say what?”
“The word, fuck. You’re my principal.”
“As I said. Right now, that’s not who I am,” Miller replied, glancing towards where Ma was banging around in the kitchen.
“Oh really. And who are you?” That caught his attention again.
“A worried father?” Miller said, his tone suggesting he wasn’t sure himself. I didn’t miss the way his voice cracked, and I felt a hint of remorse for dragging it out. Molly and I had just talked last night. It would have been so easy to have suggested something different. But right then. I didn’t want to upset him; he was the father of the girl I liked. That’s it,liked. And then some. My feelings for Molly Miller were getting stronger every day.
I still didn’t want to make it too easy for him. “A worried father. Because the bad boy of the school has designs on his daughter?”
Miller watched me down that hawklike nose of his as he replied. “Something like that, yes. And can you blame me?”
Shrugging, I dropped my shoulders. “That being me, no. I guess not.”
“So where do we go from here?”
He rolled his shoulders, but it did little to impress me. “Stay away from Molly, Hudson. She isn’t the girl for you.”
I snorted. “And you know me so well?”
His brow furrowed, “Yes. I know everything there is to know about you. Your past, present, and most probably your future.”
Leaning back against the table where we kept the mail, I smiled. “Ah, so you have the sight, right? Can you see into my future? Crystal ball type of shit?”
“I don’t need a crystal ball to know you’re going nowhere. And I won’t have you dragging Molly there with you.”
I was seconds away from snapping. “I think you’re about done now, Mr. Miller. Thanks so much for stopping by.” I had a crude vision of fucking Molly doggy style in front of her stuffed animals again,andher Daddy.
