#Chapter21
Felicity makes a beeline for his room with her overnight bag, eyeing us weirdly, but he makes no attempt to follow. As she disappears his expression changes back to full blown frown mode.
/"Who was it?/" serious, no-nonsense boss tone.
Ughhhh!
I should have known better … He’s hard to palm off even on a good day.
God dammit, Jake.
I turn away breezily, I know he won’t let up … he’ll cancel dinner and stay here if I say nothing. There’s no point being evasive when he has that look on his face, so I resign myself to caving.
/"My sperm donor./" I wave an airy hand as though I’m saying something non-important, but I can already feel the tension in my face. I’m glad I’m looking toward the open door of my room away from him and pull out my cell to cradle in the charging dock on the table beside it.
/"Your father?/" he sounds surprised.
You and me both.
