Chapter Eighteen
Darius lectured himself all the way back to the hotel about hopes, and not getting them up for nothing. But it was useless. The fact was, he’d been lusting after Kate for so long that he couldn’t ignore it anymore.
He wanted her so badly his scalp prickled.
Meeting her father didn’t change things at all. The opposite, actually. That dose of father-daughter dysfunction had made him understand so much more about Kate. Her independent spirit, her fire, even her prickliness—it all made sense now that he’d seen her with “dear old Dad.”
“Did you grow up mostly with your father?” he asked her as they sped toward the hotel in their third Lyft—taking the same precautions as before.
“Mostly, yeah. He and my mom split up when I was eight. I went back and forth between them until
