It Was More Serious Than He Thought

Charlotte planted her hands on her hips and stared at her father. "So… how did it go?"

Jonathan exhaled heavily, rubbing his temples. Of course, she was back in her denim shorts and T-shirt.

She wore the dress Joanne had bought her once. And never again.

"Why are you here now?" he muttered, his blue eyes filled with exasperation. "You should be at school."

Charlotte rolled her eyes. Seriously?

It wasn't like she asked him to solve world peace. She just wanted to know if he had finally asked Joanne out. She had given him the perfect excuse—delivered it on a silver platter, even.

Did he chicken out?

"It's my lunch break," she said, because she knew he wouldn't answer if she didn't answer him first.

Jonathan frowned. "Still, you can't just barge into my office like this."