Page 30 of British Daddy to Go

I consider this, but it only brings up thoughts of my father. “You know, I built this business up from the ground, too. I won’t say I grew up with nothing, but my parents taught me the value of hard work. My dad had wanted me to be a lawyer like him, though.”

“You? A lawyer?”

We both laugh. “I know. Dastardly thought. I wouldn’t last a minute in law school. Dad knew that, too, so when he retired, he sold his partnership. He wasn’t mad at me for choosing my own dream over his, even though he wanted the law firm to continue with our name attached to it. In fact, my decision not to go to law school was the best thing that ever happened to him.”

“I’m glad it worked out for you. I’m just not sure it’ll work out for me.”

I shrug and hold my glass up in a toast. “That’s true. But you never know if you don’t try, right?”

She taps her glass against mine and takes a sip. “You’re right. I guess I’ll think on it, but I won’t make any promises.”

“That’s all I ask, Maggie.”

Lorenzo returns with our food, forcing us into a comfortable silence. So far, this date is the best I’ve ever had, and I know more about her than I know about most of the other people in my life.

I eat quickly because I want to get to know her even more. The way she’s eating her food and eyeing me tells me that she wants to get to know me even more, too.

This is entirely new territory for me, and I have no intention of leaving it anytime soon.

I like it – and Maggie – far too much to turn back now.