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irritates me further.
    “Really?” he asks in disbelief.
    I nod, “Yes really. But thank you for offering.”
    “Can I get you something else? A water?” Viktor asks.
    “One drink isn’t going to kill you.” Lyndsey says.
    “A water would be great. Thank you.” I reply to Viktor, biting back my continued annoyance with my sister.
    “Wait here, ladies. I'll grab your drinks.” Viktor says.
    “I’ll come with you.” Fisher follows Viktor to the bar.
    The hole where Viktor and Fisher stood is replaced by a view of our father a few feet away talking among a group of men. In mid-laugh, his eyes travel over to our circle, a pleased grin on his face.
    “Girls, you’re here.” He pushes through the crowd.
    Lyndsey squeals, running in his direction, and wraps her arms around his neck. “Daddy!”
    “You girls look beautiful.” He smiles proudly, straightening out his tie that Lyndsey ruffled. He glances over at his players. “You boys better treat my daughters like ladies or I’ll have your asses traded.” He chuckles, and Louis and Jeremy awkwardly join in, but I know from experience he isn’t joking.
    When it comes to Lyndsey and me, he turns into Super Dad— a mix of protective and loving all rolled into one hell of a man. After our mother passed away, he took a very active role in raising us on his own. I’ll be the first to admit he needs to ease up a bit when it comes to men and potential boyfriends sniffing around his daughters. But I get it. After everything we’ve been through, he wants a sane, steady life for us.
    “Don’t worry, old man. They’re in good hands,” Louis replies.
    “They better be.” My dad pulls a cigar from the front pocket of his suit jacket. He looks over my right shoulder as a guest catches his attention. “Quinn darling, can you come with me? It will only be a second. There is someone I’d like you to meet.”
    “Sure, Dad.” I catch Lyndsey wiggling her eyebrows at me.
    I follow our father through the crowd, weaving through the swarm of men. We squeeze through two high-top tables, and I trip on my heels, stumbling forward into two strong arms. When I look up, two dark brown eyes sparkle in front of me with a boyish glimmer. The stranger steadies me on my feet as I note his clean-shaven face and strong jaw line. I assure myself that I’m glad this isn’t Cash Brooks.
    “Are you okay?” he asks, straightening me up on my feet.
    I nod, my gaze slides over his extra slim-fit, dark blue pinstripe suit. His light blue shirt and navy tie with flecks of red accentuate his polished style. His dark, curly hair is slicked back and adds another element of sophistication. He couldn’t be more than forty, and he has a smile so charming that it is hard not to smile back.
    “This is Theo Martin,” my father says. “He’s the Chief Operating Officer of Marketing and Promotions for the Bruisers. He’s a Penn alum like you, and he holds an MBA from Harvard. You could learn a lot of him.”
    “Your father has told me so many great things about you,” Theo says. “He says you graduated a semester early and at the top of your undergrad business school class. I hear you’re interested in marketing and communications.”
    Once again I nod, confused by what my father is trying to do here.
    “Are you planning on staying in Bexley for a while?” Theo asks.
    “Hopefully. I’ve applied to graduate school for the fall. I’ve been accepted at a few colleges already, but I have my heart set on Harvard, I plan to get my MBA.” I feel myself ease up a bit. Talking about school, this I can do.
    “You know, Theo is looking for an intern to help out in his department for the next six months,” my father chimes in. “I told him you might be interested.”
    My gaze shifts from Theo to my father. Leave it to him to make sure I am taken care of and that I’m heading down the right path. He knows I’ve been applying to marketing firms all over the city. As great as my father’s