Chapter 67

"Sorry, um, what-what was I here for?" I asked as I glanced at my dad. I could feel the heat all over my face and even at the tips of my ears. I'd never been so embarrassed before in my life. His sinful chuckle greeted my ears as my father narrowed his eyes at me. Clearing my own throat, I swallowed the lump in my throat as he continued to scrutinize me as I fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Lunch is fine. Beckett, we'll meet back up when I get back. Have those files ready for me then." My dad spoke offhandedly before removing his cufflinks, rolling his shirt sleeves up, and slipping his wallet into his back pocket.

"Aren't you going to invite Beckett?" I questioned as inconspicuously as I could. The second his name rolled of my tongue, I could feel his scorching gaze all over my body as he shamelessly checked me out.

"No." My dad said simply before grabbing his keys and brushing past me, expecting me to follow.