“Why can’t you be like your sister?” he shouted, glaring.

I crossed my arms over my chest, leaned against the sink. “You want me to marry an asshole who isn’t faithful?”

“This life isn’t for you.” He waved his arm through the air, indicating the shop where three cars sat waiting to be worked on.

“Why not? Because I should marry a guy with money? Who plays golf and gets me a fancy car?”

“Yes!”

“You think Lynn is happy?”

“Of course she’s happy,” he snapped back. His dark eyes sparked with anger, completely irrational in his thinking.

“Bunky can’t keep it in his pants, Dad,” I said. How did he not know that? “Why would you want a guy like that for me?”

The idea was insulting.

I thought of Huck. I’d assumed he’d dumped me and moved on to another woman within a month. That was the reason I’d never gone back to him. Never even approached him to ask what had happened. He’d had a baby. I’d thought he hadn’t been able to keep it in his pants like Bunky.

I’d thought about calling Huck so many times. Had typed his number in, then deleted it. But I wasn’t going to be unhappy like Lynn.

I had standards that obviously my dad didn’t even care about. I wanted a solid relationship. One built on trust. On love. I’d thought I had that with Huck. But then everything I believed had been wrong.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” I tucked my hair back behind my ear again. Even though it was pulled back in a sloppy ponytail, long strands had come free, and the summer breeze swirled through the open bay. Fresh air cut the tang of oil and metal. “You’re not going to give me the shop.”

He pointed to himself in his Harley T-shirt and old jeans. There was a stain on the denim and a slight tear at the hem of the shirt. “Do I look like I’m old enough to retire?”

“You’re old enough to know that Roy is a deadbeat and that your own daughter does his job and all the bookkeeping. And yours sometimes too.”

He ignored my words. “You don’t know what you want.”

I stared at him, wide-eyed. “I’m twenty-six years old! You don’t get to decide for me.”

“Like you make the best choices. You were going down the wrong path. You’re doing it again. Friday night proves it.”

I stilled. My heart kicked up a notch. “The auction. You mean Huck Manning.”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“About what? Manning? I told you he wasn’t good enough for you.”

“I mean about taking over O’Banyons.”

He took a step closer and used his height to his advantage. I never thought he’d hurt me physically, but he was playing games with me. Trying to intimidate me and keep me cowered. Like I had been ever since I’d returned from school.

He stared me down, and I refused to be the first who looked away. “No. I won’t have you taking it over.”