wouldn’t know,” I reply easily. “I didn’t go.” His eyes narrow. “Via.” My name is a husky growl on his lips, turning my insides to liquid. “Why were you going on a date with my dad?” I wince. “I didn’t mean to say yes. I swear. He was talking about the renovations. I zoned out, and the next thing I knew, he was asking me something, and I blurted out yes. Then, when I realized he’d asked me out, I panicked. I know it looks bad, but I called him and canceled. I explained that I’ve been seeing someone—”
