Chapter Twenty-Eight

“You seem happy this morning,” Dad says as I slide into the small kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee.

I'm humming and I did my hair and makeup today. I even have on a cute dress, so I have to agree with him. I am happy.

“I had a good night,” I tell my dad.

“With Jonathan?” Dad asks, doing his best to keep judgment out of his voice.

“No, with Christopher.”

Dad sets down the morning paper. “Christopher?”

I nod. “I'm going to go meet him at the office after lunch.” I wince at the hot coffee. “I need to run some errands first.”

“Why does Christopher have an interest in you?” Dad asks, his eyes narrowed.

“Because I'm smart, pretty, and very amusing,” I tell him.

“While all true, those aren't usually Christopher's reasons for having an interest in people,” Dad replies. “He's all business. He was that way as a child and it's only gotten worse since his dad died. He never does anything without a reason.”

I think of how those words are the same ones playing in my head, but then