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informed you of the gala we will be holding next month?”
    “No, I haven’t had a chance to talk to him yet,” I said, offering a half-smile that was far from genuine. There was just something about Grant Evans that gave me the creeps. Gathering his papers, Grant stacked them into a small pile and pulled them to his chest.
    “Well, Ben, I should get going. It seems as though you and Julia have a lot to catch up on. We can finish discussing the gala at the office tomorrow.” He reached out and shook my father’s hand. Nodding his head at me, he said good night and walked out the front door. I wondered if he knew how much I despised him.
    Seconds after the door closed, my father and I darted off the couch and into the kitchen. I grabbed the bowls and spoons from the cabinets, while Dad shifted through the freezer, pulling out the ice cream. This was our thing. Whenever we were feeling down, or when I’d come home from school, the first thing we would do is gorge on ice cream. As a family, we used to go to Big Dippers, and like so many other things that was something else that stopped happening once Mom died.
    Dad set down the large tub of salty caramel ice cream between us and dropped a hefty spoon full of it into my bowl. I frowned at the thought of how large my ass was going to be from all the ice cream I had consumed in the past week.
    “So are you going to tell me why you’re not going to Europe?”
    Oh man. He had to go there.
    It was only a matter of time before he asked. I didn’t like keeping things from my father. I never had, and I wasn’t about to start, but he wasn’t telling me everything either. “Only if you tell me what happened that caused all of this.” I waved my spoon around in the air, gesturing at all the cameras.
    “Fair enough.” He paused, setting his spoon back down in his bowl. “Over the course of the past month, I have received numerous phone calls—threatening phones calls. The caller is calling from prepaid cell phones, making it hard for the police to track the calls.”
    My eyes went round. “And I’m not supposed to be worried about that?” I questioned, licking my spoon clean.
    “It’s being taken care of. I haven’t received any phone calls in a few weeks. The increase in security is necessary, at least for now. It was never my intention to have you followed, but it is just for the summer.” I could feel his eyes burning through me. “Speaking of summer, why are you here?”
    I took a few more bites of my ice cream and glanced up at my father, who was staring at me, waiting for an explanation. Brushing my hair out of my face, I stared down at my bowl as if it would magically do the talking for me. When that didn’t happen, I forced a swallow around the ball that had formed in the back of my throat.
    “I broke things off with Robby. I came home from work early one night, and he and Megan were going at it on the couch. So yeah . . . I just didn’t think spending an entire summer with them was a good idea.”
    Dad’s face twisted in disgust. “Going at it? You mean like—”
    “Yes, Dad.” I cut him off before he started creating his own names for it just like he had when we first had “the talk.” He couldn’t even say the word sex. He kept referring to it as “parking the hot rod in the garage.” Talk about an awkward conversation. Dad looked at me, sadness filling his eyes. Not knowing what to say, I looked down at my nearly empty bowl and swirled around the remaining ice cream.
    “Are you okay? That must have been hard to walk into?”
    “Yeah. I’m getting over it.” After what happened today, Robby had made it even easier to let go of. I grabbed my bowl from the counter and walked over to the sink. The lack of emotion on my face would have brought on more questions, and I was ready for this conversation to be over. As I placed my bowl in the sink, I felt my dad’s arms wrap around my shoulders. A small tear slipped down my cheek, not because of