Lita followed her father and Diarmid down the street towards the pub wishing she hadn’t agreed to this dinner in a moment of chaotic weakness. Diarmid was strangely quiet as he walked only a couple of steps ahead of her, but her father was happily chatting enough for all three of them.
She snuck her phone out of her pocket and sent yet another quick text to Chyna and Corry and begged them to find a way to rescue her from this bullshit dinner. After she’d slammed her door on Diarmid she’d called them both on a video call and they’d roared with laughter how he’d used telling her father they’d had s*x to manipulate her.
As they entered the pub, she knew all eyes were on Diarmid and her father. Two good looking men like then always drew the attention of the girls and it was a Friday night, a
