Rory’s jaw clenched.

He stepped right into my space, his heavy key ring rattling in his closed fist.

“You go telling Sadie some bitter story about that slip and see what happens,” he said softly.

“Do you want me in her senior year or not?”

“All she wants is for her father to be honest with her,” I said.

“You’re filling her head with poison,” he said, leaning in closer.

“If you handled your own paychecks better, you wouldn’t be begging me in a hardware store parking lot.”