Page 114 of Wrong For Me

“I’ll sign it,” he suddenly says, distracting me from the pity party in my head.

“What?”

His jaw is clenched, his hands tight on the wheel. “An NDA. I’ll sign one today. Call the lawyer.”

“Leo—”

“He’s right, Rose. The way he went about it is shitty, but I get it. After what happened with your ex—”

“That would never happen with you.”

His expression softens. “It wouldn’t. I’m glad you know that. But your dad doesn’t. He doesn’t know me. He just sees someone who could hurt his daughter.”

“He ran a background check on you,” I whisper. “Did you hear that part?”

His head jerks in a nod. “I heard. And what he found probably didn’t help ease his fear at all.”

“But that’s so unfair! So your childhood wasn’t stable—that’s not your fault!”

“It doesn’t matter who’s fault it is, Rose. Your dad looks at me, and all he sees is red flags.” He sighs. “Which is why I should sign the damn thing.”

“No.” I might be confused about a lot right now, but not this. I’m not asking Leo to do that. “I trust you. That’s enough.”

“Rose—”

“I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me I can trust you,” I insist. “I already do. Case closed.”

I get the sense he wants to argue more, but he closes his mouth, jaw clenching. Eventually he reaches over and takes my hand for the rest of the drive, while I try to convince myself everything is going to be okay.