Page 12 of British Daddy to Go

I can’t help but laugh. “I don’t know, Dad. Maybe it just isn’t in the cards for me.”

“You’re wrong, Sean. You’ll find the right girl, and she’ll knock you off your feet. I just hope it isn’t too late.”

You and me both,Dad, I think. To him, I say, “As soon as that happens, you’ll be the first to know.”

“It’ll happen, Sean,” he assures me.

It’s time to change the subject. “So, Mum tells me you’re making the trek to America.”

He huffs. “She tells me that, too.”

“Not looking forward to the trip?”

“I’m happy to visit you; it’s the rest of the trip that I don’t care for. Your mother’s got it in her head that we should see ‘the colonies,’ as she’s taken to calling America. She wants to do one of those Hudson River tours. And go to the top of the Empire State!”

I laugh. “She wants to be one of the tourists she despises in London. Maybe you and I can have a pint while she explores the city.”

“I’d like that a lot, Sean. Listen, I should go. I have a golf outing in a bit. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Bye, Dad. Love you.”

“You, too.”

He hangs up just as I arrive at my penthouse suite. I loosen my tie and pour myself two fingers of scotch.

My father’s words swirl through my mind as I settle onto my black leather couch. He said I would meet a girl someday who would knock me off my feet and finally convince me to settle down. What if I already have?

What if Maggie is that girl?

That thought both terrifies and excites me. I can see myself settling down with her.

At the very least, I can see myself going down on her again.