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And fuck him, he’d never really noticed it. He did, but that place was always about it being his father’s. That took all his headspace whenever he was there.
But it didn’t look anything like it did when his dad was alive.
And the view was incredible.
So Hale took his time finishing his drink, and he enjoyed it.
Then he put the glass in the sink, turned out the lights and went to bed.
CHAPTER13
EXTREME HONESTY
Elsa
Iwas ten minutes late when I rushed through the busy restaurant to where my dad was sitting at a two-top.
He had his back to me, because if he was facing me coming in from the front, I wouldn’t get the better seat.
Pure Dad.
When I arrived at our table, I put both hands to his shoulders from behind and felt him jump as I bent in to kiss his cheek.
I then rounded him, threw myself in the chair opposite, and gushed, “I’m sorry I’m late. I had an unexpected meeting with the network, and it ran long. They got wind I was doing the Mankowitz interview, and they want it. Like, want it for a prime-time slot.”
“That’s fantastic,” Dad said on a smile. “And no worries, honey. I got your text.”
It wasn’t just fantastic.
It was phenomenal.
And the money they were offering was too, and that was before my agent Audrey got hold of them. She told me she was sure she’d get a lot more, and with recent experience of her negotiating prowess, I believed her.
“I don’t know,” I said, draping my tote on the back of my seat, then shrugging off my coat, and since I’d been carrying it, absentmindedly setting my phone by my place setting rather than tucking it into my bag. “It’ll be amazing for the Exchange.”
“How’s the money?” Dad asked.
I grinned at him. “Off the hook.”
His eyes twinkled at me, and the server showed.
I saw Dad had his old fashioned already, so I asked, “Do you have a good Sauvignon Blanc?”
“Willing to trust me?” she asked in return.
I nodded.
“I got you,” she promised then took off.
I picked up the menu sitting in front of me just as my phone illuminated.
It was a text from Hale.
I bit my lip in order to resist the urge to snatch it up and read it.
Suffice it to say, a chill Sunday night sharing Chinese and stories and kisses, especially Hale’s kisses, I thought was the best way on the planet to spend a Sunday night.
This was no crush anymore. Not even close.
