Daddy Issues

SLOANE

The stench of unleaded fuel and baking concrete did nothing to cool the fury boiling beneath my skin. Twenty-four hours locked inside the house on house arrest, and every miserable second of it belonged entirely to Vance Davenport’s treacherous mouth.

I stormed past the open bay doors with one objective: pry Mateo’s car keys out of his grip and tear out of the driveway before anyone coul