Chapter 50

SLOANE

Hayes’s eyes sneak up to mine as I navigate the tables towards them. Behind me is a woman in a white shirt and maroon colored pants. She’s chatting, asking me about my day and stuff I don’t care to focus on as my entire attention is on the dark-haired man sucking a straw, his lips twisting in a smirk.

Dad shoots up from his chair as I draw closer to the table. He comes around the table and