“Who’s this?” Daddy asked, giving Cas an up and down look. “A little old for you, ain’t he?”
I rolled my eyes. “This is Cas Caswell,” I said. “Cas, my dad.”
Daddy ignored Cas’ outstretched hand. “You messing with my daughter?” he asked in his usual blunt manner.
Cas glanced at me then met my dad’s gaze squarely. “We are just friends, sir.”
I looked at him. Friends? That stung. But now wasn’t the time to argue that point with him. He looked back at me and shrugged his shoulders slightly.
But Daddy wasn’t fooled. “Do I look stupid, boy?” he asked Cas. “I know you and her are messing around. It’s obvious. But let me tell you a secret.” He leaned close to Cas as if they were old friends. “You might want to leave her alone. She’s a leech. Just like her mama. She’ll use you then discard you
