“Yeah?” I place the bag of my things on the ground beside her case. “I’ve made a decision,” she says, her voice breathy and a little tight, like she’s worried I won’t like what she’s about to say. “Hey,” I say as I reach her, my eyes moving between her and the case. She’s sitting on top of the white suitcase, looking like she’s been waiting all day for me. No one will stand between us, least of all him.Īs I round the corner, my building draws closer, along with the gorgeous curvy figure of a burgundy-haired lass wearing a mint-colored skirt and matching knitted sweater. And once I claim her, put a baby in that belly of hers, she’ll be mine forever. He’s just taken the only one other thing I care about from me. I hope that for Hazel’s sake, he chooses the former. The way I see it, George either learns to accept me, or he spends a lifetime hating me. I don’t know if it’s his rules against dating, or if it’s just the fact she’s his daughter, but that man was not willing to bend, so sure he knows what’s right that he is willing to risk alienating his daughter in the process. He knows that family is the most important thing in my life-it’s one of the reasons we worked so well together, because we shared a similar philosophy in life. But I’m a chef, a man he’s known for six years, a man he has worked side-by-side with. If I was a criminal, I’d understand his issue. I can’t understand why a man can be so blinded to his daughter’s wants and needs that he’d actually try to stand between her and her happiness. As I walk through the sunlit day, a plastic garbage bag over my shoulder containing the contents of my locker, I become more frustrated with every step.
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