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“I think he does.”
You feel like the part of me that’s been missing. His words, after the first time we had sex, spiral through my thoughts.
“Right. I need to go.” He checks the time on the digital screen of his car. “Or Barry will not be happy. You know what he’s like when people are late.” He makes a silly tense face.
I laugh again. I love my father. He’s always so busy and serious when it comes to business, but he has a smile on his face for me whenever I see him.
I remember I needed to ask him something. “Before you run off. Did you tell Francesca she could buy the beach house?” I fold my arms across my body.
“Your house?” His lips hitch up in an Elvis curl and he frowns.
“It’s not my house, Dad, it’s yours.”
“No, never. Why? Is that what she said?”
I sigh. I didn’t think so.
He reaches out for me to take his hand. “That house is yours and Pom-pom’s until the end of time. She’s not getting your house, sweetheart. Also, there is not a hope in hell Richard could afford it.” He scoffs. “That girl is a dreamer and an opportunist.”
I knew she was lying. “I’m sorry I doubted you.” I squeeze his hand reassuringly.
He winks. “We’ll catch up later, okay? Call me when you leave the architect’s. I want to know what they have to say. Take no bullshit from them today and demand they redo the plans within the next twenty-four hours at their expense or we take our business elsewhere.”
“That was already my plan.”
“That’s my girl.” He slips his sunglasses back on. He’s such a handsome-looking man. No wonder his new girlfriend is way over fifteen years younger than him. He looks much younger than his sixty-three years.
“He had some great ideas.” My dad nods his head at Lincoln, who has just stepped out of the building holding all the neatly folded plans and my black leather purse. “I might steal him from you. We could use another analytical and practical mind in acquisitions. You sure he’s only here for another few weeks?”
“Yeah.” Bile rises in my throat. I don't want him to leave.
“Shame.”
I know.
CHAPTER 19
Lincoln
Since my dad texted me twenty-eight days ago, those days have zipped by in a flash. Violet and I have spent every day together, and every night wrapped up in each other's arms. We’ve become inseparable and I’ve practically moved into her home.
I never went back to Confessions to do their charity nights. Instead, Violet and I went dancing at the salsa club where she discovered her love for kizomba. She’s a natural.
Our days begin with me fetching her coffee, sorting out her schedule for the day, walking Pom-pom, although sometimes he comes with us to work, and making sure she eats.
Her eating pattern is terrible. She never eats at the right times and often skips meals. I put a stop to that after week one.
I’ve basically been Violet’s right-hand man. Anything she needs, I do it. Drive her to work in her Mercedes E Class. Hell yeah, I’ve been doing that too. It’s a beautiful piece of engineering to drive.
During the day, Violet is a badass. She knows how to motivate people and get the job done. She whipped the interior architects into shape and she had new update plans couriered to her by midnight that same night.
She’s meticulous to a fault, and she beat herself up so badly about the gym layout plans she previously signed off on.
Since then she’s been checking and triple-checking emails, plans, paperwork, spreadsheets. She is going to run herself into the ground if she’s not careful.
When Violet is in one of her many meetings, I use the time to call my family back home and catch up with my friends via text.
Owen implied his relationship with Skye has been strained the past couple of weeks. Jacob tattled in our group chat. Owen had been a dick to her one weekend.
