She sits up a bit, looking down at me. “James?” I set Albert on the bed next to us. “Yeah?” “I’m sorry if I messed up anything with your dad.” I’m shaking my head before she can say anything else. “Don’t. I handled it.” “I don’t think he liked me being there.” “He was just surprised.” Her brow knits together. “Does he know we’re not really dating?” “Now he does,” I say, even though that makes my chest hurt. “He was just concerned about it, but I explained.”
