Chapter 8

Jenna POV

“Dad?” I ask confused. My father looks at me with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. What is he doing here and what happened to the mystery man I was supposed to meet? I looked around the diner once more in case I have missed him, and this is some bizarre coincidence.

“Sit, Jenna,” my father says as he gestures to the server to come take our order. As Adam suggested, I refused anything and sat there expectantly waiting for my father to explain why he was here. He ordered himself a coffee with breakfast. He smirked when I refused to order anything, “Did your mate tell you not to take anything?” he taunts me. Again, I am confused by his behaviour. This is not the man I grew up with.

I ignore his question considering standing up and leaving. I would not tolerate his treatment of me, regardless of if he was my father or not. “Why are you here?” I ask my father. He takes a sip of his fresh coffee, and simply looks at me.