He loomed in the doorway of the living room. Arms crossed, he glared down at me. So much for sneaking back into the house… "Out," I said, deliberately vague. "Why?" "It's two in the morning, Allie. Your curfew is midnight." I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, Rex? I'm eighteen. I'm in college. I don't need a curfew." "Is that so? Well, last time I checked, I pay your tuition. I keep a roof over your head, food on the table and designer clothes on your back. You drive a car I bought with gas paid for by the credit card I gave you. All I ask in return is what, Allie?" I huffed with annoyance. This wasn’t the first time we'd had this argument. It likely wouldn't be the last. "That I go to class every day, make good grades, keep up with my chores and obey the curfew rule." "Is that so hard?" "Apparently it is," I grumbled. "Don't be a smartass, Allie," he growled in that trademark Texas twang. "You're not too old for me to toss across my knee." I snorted with amusement. "Rex, I've never let anyone beat my ass.
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