Holden barely refrained from yelling, biting his tongue instead as Laurel gave him a disapproving look and talked down to him as if he was one of her unruly pupils. He'd thought showing up early to pick up Alex, and have a chance to talk with Laurel was a good idea until she began berating him for disturbing her class, giving Alex ample excuse to act up and get away with it. Having to agree to allow Alex to be detained after school for her behavior was nearly too much, especially when his daughter glared at him nonstop. "She can't hit people the way she does, regardless of what is said." He blinked when he realized she was still talking. "What?" She sighed and crossed her arms under her breasts. "Have you not heard a word I've said?" In truth, he hadn't. Well, not much, anyway. He was too busy admiring her small waist and the way the yellow fabric of her dress made her whiskey colored eyes shine more brightly. The way her dark hair curled around her face, drawing his attention to lips so plump they just begged to be kissed.
