Summer POV

“Daddy,” I replied.

“Don’t Daddy me, Summer, do you know what time it is?” He barked.

I cringed. “Too late to be yelling?”

Dad paced the length of the couch in the living room. It was hard to take him seriously with his I Love Barbeque T-shirt and plaid pyjama pants on.

“I know what it is you’re seeing someone, aren’t you?”

My heart slammed forward, and heat rushed to my ears. “I…uh… yes, yes I am.”

After today, Ezra and I were technically together. I ...