Page 80 of Hot Damn
Yes, he will. Of that I’m certain, but now I know and I don’t like liars, and keeping something like this from her father feels like a lie.
“You’re going to tell him, aren’t you?”
“Ah, well.” She looks at me sheepishly. “Not if you tell him.”
Whitney blows out a breath and drops her chin when I don’t reply.
“Fine. I’ll tell him after dinner.”
“Tell me what?” Beckett asks. Skirting around Whitney, he brings me my phone. “You’ve got a few missed calls.”
“Thanks”
Turning, he crosses his arms and glares at Whitney. “Tell me what?”
“The guy from yesterday has been hanging around. I’ve seen him a few times and yes, I told the detectives.”
Beckett’s body vibrates with what I can only assume is rage. “Kenneth Dupre has been following you?”
“Yes, I think so, but until yesterday he didn’t get anywhere near me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Dad.” She folds her arms in a perfect imitation of her father and glares right back. “I wouldn’t lie to you about something important.”
“But I’m only just hearing about it now?”
“I didn’t have a chance before you left with Cami last night.”
“You could have called.”
“Why? It wouldn’t make any difference telling you now or then.” With a shake of her head, she turns to leave the room. “We don’t need anything from the shop. I’ll get started on the garlic bread.”
“Whit!”
“Leave it.”
Beckett spins to face me. “What?”
“Leave it. She’s right. Telling you last night wouldn’t have made a difference.”
“It’s like she’s keeping things from me. She’s never done that before.”
I know the look on my face has to telegraph my sheer incredulity at his statement. The man who’s keeping a huge secret from his daughter has the audacity to complain about her delay in telling him she put some things together recently.
“She didn’t realize she was being followed until yesterday when Kenneth tried to grab her. Shecouldn’thave told you before that.” I take a step closer. “And people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“She isn’t the only one keeping things to herself because she thinks it’s the best thing to do.” Brushing past him, I head in the direction Whitney went. “I’ll help Whitney with dinner.”
“I’ll—”
“We don’t need help.”
The growl behind me shows his frustration and to be honest, he’s not the only one feeling that way.
I hate it when people act hypocritically.
