Chapter 22

T Dante he soft ticking of the clock feels like it’s taunting me as we wait for his arrival. My father found out about Kat and Joey’s little escape attempt last night and has insisted on coming to the house today to discuss my lapse in security. “Do I really have to be here for this?” Joey says with a sigh and an eye roll. “Yes, you fucking do,” I snap. “You’re the reason he’s coming here.” “Ugh,” she groans as she flops onto the sofa. “It will be over soon. Let him have a gripe about your safety and how I need to keep a more watchful eye on you. It will make him feel like he’s being a good father, and then I’ll offer him a Scotch and he can leave.” “Fine,” she sighs. She rolls her eyes again at the sound of his voice filling the hallway outside. I look over at her. “It will be fine. Be nice to him and we can get him out of our hair as soon as possible.” She makes another disapproving noise from deep in her throat right before he walks into the room. As soon as he’s inside, she stands