James.
To think, a year ago, I was planning my retirement and looking for things to do with my future outside of my business—now I was a father again. The argument with Neal wasn’t one that I had wanted any time of day, and the way he tried to dismiss my intentions irritated me.
I was the child’s father. Dahlia… my sweet baby girl was without her father.
I didn’t like it. Not one f*cking bit.
“Les, my mother wanted to know if you wanted to come to dinner tonight.” Sue’s voice pulled me from my irritation, and taking a deep breath, I turned to face her. I had been trying to work on the list of shit to do in this building when I spoke to Neal, and now the list seemed to fade away.
“Thank you for the offer Sue, but I have a lot I need to take care of today. Perhaps over the weekend.”
