Chapter Thirteen

RICHARD

And that was how the little redhead went running from him.

Richard hadn't meant to touch her and feel that shot of electricity down his bones, but it was apparently there and that meant she felt whatever it was.

He knew without being told that she was young enough to be his daughter. He must be fucked up to be feeling that way for a girl that just resumed work two day in.

Heck! There was no way to tell how he was particularly feeling.

But when he had locked eyes with Ava over Taylor's hair, it was clear as day that there was something.

There was going to be something. Something that shouldn't be. It had to be avoided, whatever that was.

Taking the two luggage with him into the house, he went straight up to Taylor's room to find her taking out clothes and dumping them on the bed as Henry retreated to retrieve the last suitcase.

"The new girl... She's pretty. Her hair is even natural." She said when she sensed him enter. Richard just nodded to himself without a comment