I’d yet to meet a single man she’d dated that I could actually stomach. Every single one of them had irritated me for one reason or another.
And not because I was jealous of them. She just had really bad taste in men.
“Shut up,” Chloe hissed, pushing off her stool to stand as she glared at me. “Just shut your—”
“Children!” her dad interrupted, finally appearing. “Back to your corners, please. That’s enough for this round.”
“Dad,” Chloe sighed in relief and hurried over to wrap her arms around him. “Thank God you’re here.”
“Yeah, thank God,” I echoed. “But did you seriously ask her to meet you out here? In my space? What the hell, Pick?”
Pick kissed Chloe’s hair as he hugged her back and met my gaze over her shoulder. “I didn’t want to make her walk all the way back there to meet me.”
