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    Chapter Eight
     
     
    Keeton
     
    It had been a few hours since I hurried off and left Olivia and her father staring after me. My nuts felt like they were in my damn stomach.
    I’m not a small guy; I was pushing two hundred pounds and did all I could to stay in shape. But Olivia’s dad made me feel like a scrawny teenager. Maybe it was the fact I really liked his daughter and wanted nothing more than to impress him, but fuck, he seriously made me feel like the best option was to run and run fast.
    My body was still humming with nervous energy. I was sitting in my living room, flipping repeatedly through the same channels in more of a nervous twitch than the need to watch anything. It was close to midnight when my phone beeped, indicating a new message had arrived.
    I practically dove for my phone.
     
    Olivia: Don’t let my dad freak you out, he is nicer than he appeared tonight. He just has a very hard time accepting that I am grown up .
     
    No shit, I thought to myself. The guy obviously was not a fan of his daughter dating. I don’t think it mattered who the guy was; he would hate anyone.
     
    Keeton: Really? I hadn’t noticed.
     
    When a message didn’t come back immediately, I thought I had somehow pissed her off with my sarcasm.
    But then my phone began to ring, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw it was her.
    “Hey,” I said as I lifted the phone to my ear.
    “I am so embarrassed by the way he acted.”
    I could hear the irritation in her voice and chuckled. “Sweetheart, if I was a father, I am more than positive I would act the same way, if not worse.”
    “I don’t think you have a mean bone in your body,” she said.
    “I like that you think that of me, but I do have a little bit of a temper. But only when I find it necessary,” I replied. “Is your dad still around?”
    “He’s at his hotel,” she said. “He left after I called my stepmom and told on him.”
    “You did not.” I laughed.
    “Yep, I sure did.” She sounded proud. “Amber tore into him and he left my dorm room grumbling something about being teamed up on.”
    There was a pause, and I was just about to say something to break the silence when she spoke.
    “So are you still unsure if you wanna see me again?”
    “What?” Had I really given her that impression?
    “When I asked if we were still on for Thursday, you didn’t seem sure. So I just figured my dad had scared ya off.”
    Well damn. I guess I had.
    “Of course I want to go out with you again. I’d actually take you out tomorrow night if I didn’t have to work. Thursday is my next day off.” I could hear her let out a long breath and it made me smile.
    It was nice to know that she wanted to see me as badly as I did.
     
    ***
     
    Over the next week, I tried to see Olivia every chance I got. Even if it was only for five minutes before my class started, I took it.
    Her father had gone back to Montana after they looked at a few apartments just off campus. He left without giving her a direct answer. It was funny listening to her ramble on about the stubborn-ass Sawyer men and their control issues. But something told me it wasn’t just the Sawyer men who were stubborn.
    Olivia was a fireball; that much was obvious. She didn’t let things go easily. And the way she spouted out her opinion on pretty much anything was sometimes real damn funny.
    Since our first date, we had gone out twice more. Dinner and a movie, followed by sneaking her into a club. She used a fake ID she’d had for months, but had failed to test it. She stuck to my side from the moment we entered until the time we left. Loud college kids, with even louder music; it was obvious it wasn’t her usual means of passing the time.
    Tonight I invited her over to my place.
    It would be the first time she saw where I lived, and I spent hours cleaning and rearranging what little furniture I had. I was fearful she would take one look and realize I was the