Holland March with a bit younger reader, and Holly confronting you about it.
She doesn't dislike you, she's just confused. Plenty of men and women have taken advantage of her dad, (Or just tried to, usually.) but you don't seem to be.
At least not obviously. And that makes it weird.
"Why are you dating my dad." It's blunt and to the point. Expected of Holly, you're surprised it didn't happen sooner.
She's sat in a lounge chair staring you down like a mob boss wanting for you to own up.
Holland had fretted about this more than you had, he always thought of his daughter when the idea of someone sticking around in their lives was considered.
Maybe you should have thought it over more, had a pre-planned speech like Holland had four. (And fumbled over all of them when trying to recite to you for criticism.)
She's staring you down and you wouldn't be surprised if there's a tape recorder tucked on your coffee table. (May not be viable evidence, but could still be used with her dad if need be.)
"I've heard that women go for older men who are successful. My dad is not successful." The conviction in her tone breaks you, you can't help but laugh.
Holly's expression doesn't change except a twinge of annoyance, she wants answers. Her dad is a loser, and it's her job to watch out for him. He needs it.
You calm down and take a seat in a chair next to her, always entertained by the relationship she and her father have.
"Come on Holly, cut him a little slack, he's not that bad." Clumsy enough to somehow fall up the stairs, foolish enough to somehow put his own shirt on inside out after fooling around with you in a closet, he'll forget his wallet, what day it is, which bone he'd just broken, and that date night was last night, which he was at with you when he frantically calls to apologize having to cancel because of a case. Even when you'd only parted ways this morning.
But somehow he always manages to get the job done, everything taken care of. Often with himself worse for wear but Holly and you reassured with a smile and sometimes a terribly cheesy one liner.
Which had you feeling unfairly charmed. Far too fond when he fell over the door into his car because he insisted on walking backwards to keep talking with you as he left.
The stern expression of a very unimpressed thirteen year old ever disappointed in adults was unyielding.
A car door closes in the drive, and the jovial whistle of a man carrying a bouquet of roses and movie he did not(!) forget to pick up on his way home toward the door.
Both of you turn as he's at the door, hearing him fumble, 'oh shit,' and the sound of keys falling to pavement, followed by the movie, into the plant beside the door.
"I just like him, that's all." You can't keep out the fondness while he audibly battles to get the door open yet has a grin when he finally manages it.
