Daniel won’t let go of my hand once we’re back in the house.
“Daniel,” I say, exasperated, trying to yank my hand free while he pulls me down the hall. “Let go – are you seriously going to tattle on me?”
He just shoots me a look over his shoulder, saying nothing as we arrive at the doors to his dad’s office. He knocks loud, twice. I sigh, shaking my head at him while we wait.
Honestly, it’s not that I think Daniel is being ridiculous – if I had found him flirting with someone who had tried to kill us only a little bit ago, I would be equally pissed. I just don’t really want to have this conversation with Kent.
The door pulls open, Kent on the other side. He takes one look at us before stepping back and allowing us to enter. Daniel doesn’t drop my hand, but not because he’s trying t
