Page 198 of We Shouldn't Be Together
Tabby sucks in a breath. “So, you do want Jamie to stay in your bedroom?”
I double take at her and then look back out at the road. “No. I just don’t want Milo invading my space.”
We’re coming up on Bellview Crescent and Tabby cups a hand over her mouth, doing a terrible attempt at hiding her giggles.
“What is it?” I ask, pivoting between her and the road.
Her hand leaves her mouth, and she points at the car ahead. “That’s my dad’s car.”
“No, why?” I blurt, shifting in the driver’s seat. “I thought he was working tonight.”
“He is. He must be coming home to get something.”
“I can’t pull up behind him. Can I circle the block a few times until he goes back to the hospital?”
Tabby giggles, enjoying my nervousness. “No, I need to be home. Mom sent us all a group message, warning us not to be late tonight. Oh, that must be why. Dad stole some time to have dinner with us.”
“Dang it,” I grumble, slowing to a stop as Dr. Jones’s car turns and parks on their driveway.
When I put the car into park, I reach a hand behind Tabby’s head and rest it behind her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. It’s just a peck because I’m very aware of her father getting out of the car.
“Do you want me to walk you to your door?” I ask, wincing.
She smirks. “Only if you’re man enough to do it.”
Dang it. A challenge. Why must I be so freaking competitive?
“Kai,” Dr. Jones says, sniffing me out immediately. “What a surprise.”
“He drove me back from dance class,” Tabby says, as we step onto the path that leads to her front door.
Dr. Jones smiles at her fondly. “How was it, sweetheart?”
Tabby beams. “Really fun.”
I’m half a step behind Tabitha, and Dr. Jones beckons me closer.
“How’s the arm?” Dr. Jones asks, peering around to see. “Hope it didn’t leave too much of a scar.”
I lift the sleeve of my long tee and turn my arm over, showing the small, raised scar. “It’s not too bad.”
Dr. Jones nods at it. “Yes, that’ll heal. It’ll just take some time.”
I attempt a joke. “Chicks dig scars, right?”
As I should’ve predicted, he’s not impressed. “I don’t want you collecting more scars to impress my daughter.”
“No. No, sir. I didn’t. I just…”
“He was making a joke,” Tabby’s quick to say. “Besides, we weren’t even talking when Kai had that accident.”
“Mm-hmm.” Her dad pivots between us. “Your mother told me you two have become closer.”
Tabby fidgets under his stare, but then finds the courage to stand taller. “Yes, Dad. Kai’s my boyfriend.”
Dr. Jones turns to me and I do my best not to flinch. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
Tabby stomps her foot. “Dad!”
