I feel like I belong there.
Isa’s eyes narrow. She hates me down to the marrow of her bones and all I did was know him first.
“Emmanuel… this is Tristan, Kane and Isabelle. The over protective one was a friend from Royal Oaks. Kane plays basketball and Tristan just transferred to the team. Isa plays soccer.”
She smiles with a pageant grin at my father. Tristan glares at me, mouthing the word, ‘friend?’
Kane saves me—breaks the awkward tension mentioning something abut game film in five.
I feel the heat of Tristan’s stare on my back as Emmanuel and I head to the dorms.
“Friend?” My father asks lightly.
“I put him in the friend zone. Maybe he wanted more. Maybe I did too—but I want a D1 championship ring more than a diamond one right now.”
Emmanuel laughs huskily, “that’s my girl.”
I blush. Having a father feels damn good. Especially one like him.
