Summer POV

“You’ve had a problem with my wife since you met her, admit it,” Dad grumbled.

“Yes, I admit it. I hate the fact you made me sleep in the basement when there was a perfectly good room upstairs without rats!”

“We’ll talk about that later,” Dad said, shoving the front door open.

“Oh, honey you’re back early,” Marcella said.

“Were you doing something?” I accused.

She rolled her eyes. “And you brought this one.”

“Summer’s not staying long,” Dad said. I ...