I let out a bitter laugh. “Absolutely not.”
Her eyes round, and her jaw clenches in anger.
Oh, shit.
“You are so…” she whisper-yells, so the kids don’t hear, “old school!” She scowls up at me, her lips tight. “This alpha, possessive, keep-your-daughter-locked-up-with-a-shotgun thing is insulting! I’m not an idiot, and you…” She bares her teeth. “Are not my father.”