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Our date yesterday was a success but I haven’t seen or heard from Harper since. She’s horrible at responding to my messages. I guess I’d better go check on her.

Chapter 19

“You want to go out on a date with my Dad?” ~ Harper

Harper

“Sorry,” I greet Kai. “We can’t…”

I’m cut off when his lips meet mine. “Hello, Slugger.”

“Hi,” I breathe out – a bit flustered by a mere meeting of our lips. This boy is trouble. And I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting more. Double trouble.

“How was work last night? I tried to stop by but Miles and Zane tied me down.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Tied you down?”

“Yep. Literally. Or, technically, I guess I should say they tied me to a chair.”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing.”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing. To them at least.”

“Were you raised in a barn?” Dad yells.

“You were the one who raised me, or have you forgotten?”

“I haven’t forgotten shit. Ain’t nothing wrong with my brain.”

“Hey, Henry,” Kai greets. “How are you today?”

“I’d be a lot better if my daughter hadn’t invited the entire mosquito army into the house.”

I sigh and motion Kai inside. “You better come in before Dad has another stroke over me keeping the door open.”

“I’ll chat with your dad while you get ready to go.”

“About our date.” I sigh. “It’s Carl’s birthday. I gave him the day off.”

“Not a problem.”

“Yes, it is. I can’t leave Dad alone.”

“I’m not a child,” Dad grumbles.

“Agreed. You’re a grumpy old man who can’t cook, dress, or go to the bathroom without help since you broke your arm.”

“I got this.” Kai rolls Dad’s wheelchair toward him. “Hop in. Time to get dressed.”

My brow wrinkles. “What are you doing?”

He motions to Dad. “I doubt he wants to go to lunch in his pajama pants.”

Dad perks up. “Lunch? Where are we going?”