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“Becauseit does. You are too young to realize the repercussions of a relationship like this.”
“I’m not a child anymore, in case you haven’t noticed. I’m twenty-seven.”
He shakes his head. “What did you think would come out of this? Did you think he was going to marry you?”
I open my mouth to respond, but truthfully, I don’t know what to say to that.
He knows he’s made his point.
“I think you need to put some distance between the both of you. Go home, Quinn. This needs to end before either of you gets hurt.”
His words killed any remaining illusion or hope I had remaining for Enzo and me.
I nod.
If he’s surprised by how easily I agreed, he doesn’t let it know. Instead, he tightens his jaw.
“Good. Once you leave here, we can forget this whole thing ever happened.”
On paper, it sounds easy enough. I forget about Enzo, and my dad buries the awkwardness of discovering his daughter kissing his friend.
But my heart shatters at the thought.
I force a thick swallow, fixing my gaze on the counter.
“I’ll see you when you’re back home again.” He gets up to leave.
“Fine,” I sigh, and watch his retreating figure until he exits the hotel.
I’m get on my phone, searching for the next flight back.
My dad is right, as much as I hate to admit it.
It’s not like Enzo is ever going to marry me or give me a serious commitment. I should cut my losses and focus on my real life.
“Whoa, was that the mystery man?” Lilly says from behind me.
“What are you doing back at the hotel?” I ask as she takes a seat next to me.
“Well, you kind of left me all by myself.” She laughs. “It got a bit embarrassing to just eat alone, so I packed up our food and just came back. Nice dodge, by the way.”
“What?” I shoot her a look.
“The man who just left your side, looking quite pissed, might I add. Is that him?”
“Lilly, that was my dad.”
“Oh.” She flushes. “God, I thought… Ugh, sorry for assuming like that.”
“Yeah, we sort of crossed paths since he’s here on a trip himself.”
“You should invite him to some of the events.”
I can’t even begin to explain how bad of an idea that would be. Having Enzo and my dad in the same room together once again. The thought alone is enough to make me cringe.
“Actually, I’m thinking of heading back home.”
“What? We still have a week.”