Hugo was completely floored. How the hell had his lovesick fool of a son gotten mixed up in this disaster?
"Mr. Bailey, you're telling me my boy Federico caused this mess?" Hugo figured he had to be hearing wrong. That idiot spent every waking moment chasing after Patty, bouncing between Clearwater University and home like a ping-pong ball. He barely had time to eat, much less stir up trouble. And him crossing paths with Harold Bailey? Impossible. They moved in completely different worlds.
Harold stayed buried under mountains of work, barely coming up for air.
Lately though, he'd been showing up at Clearwater University pretty regularly, apparently fascinated by that Hale girl who'd just come back home.
Hugo's brain started connecting dots. 'Wait just a damn minute! Bailey's been hanging around the university, and Federico practically lives there too. The girls they're both chasing are from the same family?'
