We walked into Lucas's house above the club. The bass from the floor below vibrated through the soles of my feet, but the silence of the upper level was heavy and intimate.
"I'm a bit hungry," I said, holding up the food my mom handed me and putting it on the table. Maybe some of her cooking would erase the entertaining disaster that was meeting my family- I'd never seen my aunt that agitated except with Melody.
Guess bringing Lucas around was a huge fuck no.
My phone rang then, Dad's name flashing on the screen. I stared at it for a second, hesitating, before answering. "Hello?"
""Even if you're mad, I have a reason,"" Dad said, his voice gravelly.
Of course he did.
"I already made a choice, Dad."
""I know, but that guy rubs me the wrong way. I have a feeling he's just going to bother you,"" Dad sighed.
Good observation.
"You think so?"
