"You don't need to say anything."
"Is your mother aware of what's going on?"
I shake my head. "No, we haven't told anyone yet."
Tentatively, he steps toward me. "As much as I like Beck," there's a pause, and I steel myself for what will come next, "he's not the right guy for you."
I echo with disbelief, "He's not the right guy for me?"
His frown deepens into a scowl. "Come on, you know exactly what I mean. Beck doesn't have a serious bone in his body. His life is football. Other than that, he parties and sleeps around. I don't understand why you would be interested in someone like that."
My mouth falls open. "Dad! That's not true!"
He closes the distance between us. "That kid has always been a troublemaker. I used to feel bad for Archie and Caroline, always having to clean up his messes."
"That was in high school," I grit out. "He's changed. People are capable of it."