My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 187 Again?

Evelyn

"If you two were going to make up this fast, then why the hell did you fight like that?" I glared at Dad and Jacob, incredulous. They were laughing, clinking their glasses together like they hadn't been at each other's throats this morning. I'd practically dragged Jacob out of the house, and forced him to sit in a coffee shop with me to calm down, maybe even let out a little steam. And while I was doing damage control, Dad had called me, saying, "Kick his arse, and come home without him. Don't even think about bringing him back." Yet here we were, hours later, with them acting like nothing had ever happened. I had no clue what changed. All I remembered was Jacob getting a call from Dad, his face going from stormy to smiling in seconds. "Let's go," he'd said, just like that. "My friend's calling me back." I clenched my fists. What was the point of putting Clara and me through their drama if they were just going to wave it off like it didn't matter?

"Hey, remember that girl? Yolanda?" Dad said, totally ignoring my fuming presence. "Everyone's crush back in college? I ran into her the other day. Mother of five now. Can you believe it? Who'd have thought Yolanda would ever settle down?"

Jacob laughed, taking a long sip. "No kidding. Seems like everyone's settled down. Feels like it was just yesterday, doesn't it, brother?"

Unbelievable. They were reminiscing about college while I was still standing here, simmering. I crossed my arms and planted my feet, my voice loud enough to cut through their laughter. "And you're gonna lose your last chance to ever settle down, Jacob Adriano, if you don't listen to me right now."

Jacob's head snapped around, his eyes widening. He stumbled off the stool, guilty realization dawning. "Baby..." he murmured, his face softening. "I am so sorry. It was... it was Samuel's fault. He wouldn't let me go."

"Oh, really?" Dad snorted, leaning back against the bar. "I've got nothing to do with it. You're the one who got us going down memory lane."

Jacob shook his head, sputtering in protest. "No! I-he's got this all wrong, I—"

"Blaming each other won't work, guys," Clara said as she set the last dish on the table, shooting both Dad and Jacob a pointed look. "You two collectively ignored my Evie. I saw it from the kitchen- too wrapped up in your 'Yolanda, Tina, Rina, Eleanor' conversations to care."

"Oh, so it was Tina, Rina, and Eleanor too?" I raised an eyebrow, folding my arms. "So it was all about old flames, huh?"

"Yes, it was," Clara confirmed, crossing her arms. Dad swallowed, chuckling nervously, then cleared his throat.

"Clara, it wasn't like that," he tried to explain, casting about for something less incriminating. "Jacob brought it up. I was just... going with the flow."

dare try to pin that on me," Jacob glared at Dad. "You started

it was you!" Dad insisted,

is watching, so stop trying to cover

- a mix of guilt and innocence - showed he'd probably started the reminiscing. Clara's

slide. But let's not start another round of Fight Club right now, alright?

glances, probably wondering if this was some sort of

slowly, a tentative

squinted for a moment,

before a laugh bubbled up. "Alright, come on, little

"Thanks, babe," Dad grinned,

to the table.

the distraction, Jacob slipped an arm around my waist, pulling me in and planting a quick kiss on my lips, so fast that had no time to react. Before I knew it,

are you doing, Evie?" Dad called, already stuffing his mouth. "Come

walked over, taking a seat beside Jacob. The moment I did, his hand settled onto my thigh, his thumb tracing slow,

look. "What? Just touching what's mine, is

in front of my parents. If they notice-" I bit my lip, cutting off a gasp as his hand inched higher, pressing over my

Evie?" Dad asked, glancing up

okay, honey?"

laugh. "Yeah! Just remembered I forgot to charge my phone. Probably have

Clara chuckled, and Dad joined in, turning

was a low whisper in my ear, his breath brushing my neck as his fingers traced maddening circles.

the pressure building inside me was pulling me under. "Jacob, stop," I muttered through clenched teeth, but his grin only widened. "And what's in it for