Lucas: Losing battles

"WHAT WAS that dad?" Pulling him into the lobby, I peek behind us to see if no one is following us.

"What was what?" Dad replies, the smirk on his face fading, tugging my hands off his shoulders.

"You were making Iris uncomfortable."

"She said she wasn't," he retorts, shrugging. "If we're done here can we go now? I want to see my daughter-in-law one last time before I go meet up with her grandparents."

Daughter-in-law my ass. He's pressing my buttons, wanting to see how I react to his words. Knowing him, I'd say he has already done the math and figured something out between me and Iris. Dad is never the guy to rush with things unless it's urgent, or unless he has a lesson to teach an unsuspecting motherfucker.

Right now, I'm that motherfucker.

Sighing, I rub my nose bridge. "Listen, Dad..."

"Yes?"

Shit. How do I go about this?