Instead of answering, his gaze moved to my background, turning from playful to assessing. “Where are you?” “Bus stop.” His brows instantly dipped as he shot up from his lazy lounge. “At this time of night?” he spat as if I’d done something out of line. “Gee, Dad, I didn’t realize I had a curfew.” After rolling my eyes, I added more amicably, “My car broke down, remember?” “You could have told us you needed a ride.”
