15. Hayden

With a gasp, Gabby whirled around to scowl. “I thought I told you to stay outside.”

“I ignored you, obviously.” Stepping into the room so I could move to the side and make eye contact with her father again, since she’d successfully blocked him from view when she’d spun to face me, I told the man, “My name is Hayden. And you are…?”

“Oscar. What’re you doing in my home?”

“Your home?” Lifting my eyebrows, I let out a degrading snort. “And what have you done to make it in any way yours?”

“Excuse me?” Gabby growled, marching toward me, her eyes flashing with rage. “What the hell is your problem? This man is my father. Have some damn respect.”

I sent her an amused glance. “But he hasn’t earned my respect. From what I’ve seen, he has you hand deliver his meals to him every night so he can sit in his room on his lazy ass, watching television, while he lets you sleep out on the couch. And take care of your brother by yourself. Or maybe you think I should respect the way he’s let you be the