“Not well.” He pulled into the farm and stopped in front of the barn. Robert’s Range Rover pulled in next to us.
I climbed out as Blake kept sitting in the passenger seat.
Robert climbed out of his Range Rover and looked at me. “Stop ordering him away from you, Elena.”
“What?”
“Fix it. He can’t follow if you tell him to go.”
I frowned and then my eyes flickered to Blake, who was busy on his phone.
I walked around the Range Rover to the passenger side as Dad and Robert went into the house and opened his door.
“I thought you were going to stop doing that?”
“Doing what?” I asked.
He looked at me and his jaw muscles were pumping. My heart pounded fast as confusion blinded me.
“Telling me what to do?”
“People do it all the time. It doesn’t mean the other one has to follow through.”
“Well, I’m not like other people. Stop doing that!”
I nodded.
He climbed out. He was so weird.
“How does your dad know mine?”
“Long story. I promised that I’m not going anywhere, didn’t I?”
“What is going on?” I couldn’t take it anymore. What did any of this mean?
“I tried to tell you, and we are not happy that your dad refused to tell you the truth.”
“Wait, what?”
“Let’s go.”
The truth? About what?
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the house. We walked up the few steps leading to the front door and a hefty conversation in Latin was busy taking place. Dad was standing behind the kitchen counter, opening a bottle of whiskey and pouring in more than a double on ice.
I didn’t understand a single word, but Blake’s dad wasn’t happy about something.
Then Dad slammed his palm on the table, making me jump. Blake’s hand squeezed mine. Robert listened. Dad kept waving air and when they discovered we were inside the house, they both stopped.
Dad addressed Blake, and he huffed. Blake spoke to Dad in Latin and he sounded so frustrated.
Dad retaliated with a few foreign words.
“Enough!” I yelled. “What the hell is going on!”
15
Ilooked at the three of them.
