BLAIR’S POV
“Are you sure we shouldn’t tell Jack?” Blaise asks from beside me in the back seat.
He’s in a simple shirt and black trousers, his wrist adorned with a Rolex. Honestly… how is someone this put-together still single?
I glance down at my watch and it’s been twelve minutes since he picked me up. Twelve minutes since my nerves started acting up. I sigh, resting my head briefly against the seat. “You know how he is.”
Blaise hums.
“Let’s wait till after we meet your dad,” I add. “If he agrees, then we’ll tell Jack. One problem at a time.”
He studies me for a few seconds and nods. “Fine. He’ll probably try to chew my head off, but we’ll deal with him when the time comes.”
I bite back the urge to tell him Jack’s not that scary but honestly, sometimes he can be terrifying. He’s
