Twenty-Five
Austin
The entire ride home, I stop myself from turning the car around, strolling back into that fancy-ass restaurant, and knocking Holly’s dad on his ass. She hasn’t revealed what has her so upset, but I can’t say I didn’t think this would happen. A man who can stay away from his daughter her entire life isn’t deserving of a relationship with her.
I pull into her driveway and park in the garage. “Did you eat?”
She shakes her head, grabbing her purse and climbing out.
“I’m going to run to Slice of Heaven Pizza. I’ll be right back.”
“I’m not hungry,” she says, looking sad and vulnerable.
“Maybe not now, but just in case. You can always heat it up later.”
I meet her at the back of her SUV before she heads to the house, and I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her into
