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“I’m Lance Wilson. A friend of your daughters. Erm, I’m actually here looking for her. Is she here?”
The man steps outside the door and runs his eyes up and down me. He looks a lot like Millie actually, I can see her expressions mirrored in his right now. And he certainly doesn’t look too impressed.
“You’re Lance Wilson? The actor? The one who has been dating my daughter?”
Oh God, he’s saying this like I’m a criminal or something, which I suppose makes sense considering the last man she dated actually was a bad person and they didn’t find out until it was too late. Although seeing his perceptive eyes right now, I can only imagine that he suspected a long time before Millie, but she wouldn’t listen to him. I really don’t want him to get the same bad impression of me.
“Erm, yes, you could say that.” I smile, trying to make myself look as friendly as I can. “We have been spending a lot of time together, and… well, I’m sure that you have seen the media coverage…”
“That’s right. I’ve seen it all again. Dragged up to torture my daughter once more. And the victims of the family as well. No one needs this all to be spoken about now. It’s too much. But that’s the press, isn’t it? They are absolute vultures. Not a care in the world about who they affect along the way.”
“Right, yes.” I don’t know if he’s mad at me or the media which makes it hard to answer. “I know.”
“I’m sure you do. You must be on the receiving end of it a lot. Your industry is a hard one…”
I nod slowly, wishing I could work out which way this is going to go. I’m not even sure when the man walks inside, and he indicates for me to follow him. This doesn’t feel like an indication that he doesn’t hate my guts yet. But that doesn’t stop my eyes from darting all around the house as we go inside, particularly at the pictures hanging on the wall. There are a lot of Millie growing up, she is absolutely everywhere, giving me a snap shot glimpse in to how her life was growing up. I have to admit that seeing it for myself allows me to really see Millie here. She does fit in, much more than I could have imagined. She looks good here in the small-town life…
I even pause when I see a baby in who must be Millie’s mother’s arms. Wow, I thought that she looked like her father but now I can see that she looks so much like her mom as well. A real mix.
“Would you like a coffee?” I’m interrupted from my thoughts. “While I interrogate you?”
“You’re going to interrogate me?” I ask as I follow in to the kitchen. “Over coffee?”
“Well, I don’t see any reason for it to be awkward and uncomfortable, do you?” I shake my head, trying my hardest to hide my surprise. “Good, me neither. So, how do you like it? Milk and sugars?”
“Milk, no sugar, thank you.” I take a seat where he points with my spine stiffened. “So, what do you want to know about me? I’m sure you must have a million questions and I’m an open book.”
I am willing to tell this man anything, I don’t blame him for needing to know what’s going on with my life, especially if he’s going to allow me to date his daughter, but that doesn’t make me any less anxious. I wipe my sweaty palms down my leg and suck in a couple of breaths to stop the painful trembling.
And since I don’t know where Millie is at the moment, I don’t have anywhere better to be but here. He hasn’t told me that Millie isn’t here so I’m hoping that she’ll come home at any given moment.
“I do know a lot about you already, actually,” he admits. “When I heard about you and Millie, I did my research. I don’t know how much I can trust about what I’ve read because as I’ve seen, the media doesn’t always tell the truth.” He lets out a little chuckle and I find myself joining in, even if I am wondering what the hell he could possibly have read about me. I dread to think what’s posted about me on the depths of the web. I don’t often look myself up for very good reason. “But I just want to get a feel of you, get to see you myself. I have always been a very good judge of character, so I’m hoping that a talk will be enough to really understand you and what you’re about. Not the man in the movies, not what other people write about you, but the real Lance Wilson. The man who has managed to capture my precious daughter’s heart.”
