COLEEN

I stormed into the house the moment Dad closed the door behind us, my cheeks still burning like I’d just run a marathon in the middle of July. I didn’t even wait for him, just headed straight for the living room and dropped onto the couch, burying my face in my hands.

“Seriously, Dad?” My voice came out muffled, but I didn’t care.

“What?” he asked innocently, shutting the door with a soft click. “It’s my house. I wasn’t spying, I was stepping outside for some ...