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"Don't be, he's right."
"He's not right. He's overprotective."
"He's your father. He's supposed to be overprotective."
"That doesn't mean he gets to dictate my life."
Rush finally turns to look at me and his expression is closed off. "This isn't going to work."
"Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Use my dad as an excuse to push me away."
"It's not an excuse. It's reality. Your dad hates me."
"He doesn't hate you. He doesn't know you."
"He knows enough."
"Rush—"
"No, he's right. I am dangerous, I am obsessed with you, and I have been following you around Dublin."
"You were doing your job."
"I was doing more than my job and we both know it."
I step closer. "So what, you're just going to walk away because my dad doesn't approve?"
"I'm going to walk away because this is going to cause problems for everyone."
"I don't care about problems."
"You should. Your dad's the VP of a major charter. If he's pissed at me it affects the whole Dublin chapter."
"Then we'll deal with it."
"How? You think your dad's just going to accept this?"
"Eventually, yeah."
"You're being naive."
The word stings. "Don't call me naive."
"Then don't pretend this is simple. Your dad will never approve of me."
"He doesn't have to approve. He just has to accept it."
"That's the same thing."
"It's not."
We stare at each other and the tension is thick, all the heat from earlier gone.
"I should go," Rush says.
