So This Is War (Vancouver Agitators, #5)

by Meghan Quinn

All these assholes are head over heels, living in their lover era, because of me.

Too bad for him, I grow more irritating the more nervous I am.

“And most importantly, rule number five. Under no circumstances will you have any sort of physical contact with my daughter.” “What do you mean⁠—” “Fucking her. You will not fuck her, Posey.”

The girl I hired a fucking private investigator to find. That’s how goddamn desperate I was.

I have an attachment to this placemat. I eat best when using it.”

“You’re mine. Therefore your baggage and your battles are mine to shoulder.”

same attraction, as he spent the better part of a year looking for me. Using a private investigator and everything. He was so shocked when he then found out I was your daughter in your office a few weeks ago.” Dad runs his hand over his bald head. “What a moron.” I don’t know why, but that makes me laugh. “He can be at times,” I say, “but he’s a loveable moron.” “Did he tell you what he and his teammates have been doing these past few days?” “No,” I say, brow pinched. “What did they do?” Dad sits up, and I watch his strong, usually tense jaw relax. This genuine conversation is the first we’ve had in a long time. “His teammates went on some sort of Posey campaign where they chatted him up with letters to me and personal conversations, telling me what a great guy he is. How he’s the backbone of the team. How he would do anything for anyone.” “They’re right,” I say. “Well, I didn’t believe them,” Dad says, making my heart sink. “Not until Posey came to me himself.” “He did?” I ask. Dad nods. “When we were in Nashville. He showed me a picture you were working on, one of you and me.” My cheeks flame with embarrassment. “I’m not done with that one yet. I was actually kind of practicing. It’s not my best⁠—” “It nearly made me cry,” Dad says, stunning me. He then looks out at the ice again and quietly says, “Your mother was an artist, Wylie. She was incredible. It was one of the things that I fell in love with. She could see the beauty in everything . . . well, everything but me.”...