“Here you go.”
Sky huffed as she turned back toward the bartender. When the woman held out the credit card machine, he paid before Sky could.
She turned toward him. “Why did you do that?”
“Penance for the tree.”
She rolled her eyes. “Like that could make up for it. And by the way, I got the permit for the fence. It’s booked for next week.”
“Not happening.”
“It is.”
“It’s not.”
She inched closer and jabbed a finger into his chest. “You can’t bully your way out of this one, Becket. The fence is going up and that’s that.”
“No, it’s not.”
“You’re impossible. And you’re also wrong.” She lifted her glass. “You enjoy Delusion Island over here. I’m going to have fun.”
He chuckled, because she didn’t look like she was having fun. He, on the other hand, never had more fun than when he was around her.
CHAPTER6
God. Did Becket think he was funny? Because he wasn’t. He was about as far from funny as you could get.
Arrogant? Yes. An asshole? Absolutely.
“Skylar.”
She stopped as her mother appeared in front of her. Not just her mother, but her father too. Shit. She’d been so deep in her “I hate Becket” trance, she hadn’t even seen them coming. “Hi, Mom and Dad. Sorry I haven’t had much time to chat tonight.”
“Oh, you’re the organizer, honey.” Her mother patted her hand. “We understand.”
Her father glanced around the ballroom. “You’ve done a magnificent job, Skylar. Well done.”
“Thank you.” She took a big gulp of her drink, hoping it would cool the anger.
Nope. Anger was still burning hot.
“Are you okay?” her mother asked with a frown.
Not even a little bit. “I’m great. Just busy. Are you two having fun?”
“We are.” Her mother glanced over her shoulder before looking back at her nervously.
Wait—Sky knew that look. It was her “I’m nervous because you’re not going to like this” look. And yes, Skycouldread all of that from one expression. “Is everything okay?”
Her father cleared his throat. “Yes. Everything’s wonderful. We, um, actually invited someone here tonight.”
Her belly dipped. “Dad…you didn’t.”
“Well, darling, he’s living with us,” her mother interrupted, obviously trying to keep the peace. “And you should see him in his suit. He looks spectacular!”
“Mom—”
Her father gestured someone over.
