Fell for My Father’s Best Friend
And to my surprise, people knew him.
“Josh, you’re here!” a man said, walking up and clapping him on the back. Then his eyes flicked toward me. “You know Miss Dusks?”
Josh gave me a warm smile. “We go way back,” he said. “Old friends.”
The man grinned. “Just friends, huh?”
Josh just laughed and smoothly shifted the conversation toward investment portfolios. I picked up a glass from a passing tray and pretended to sip while scanning the room, wondering if I could subtly ask Josh to sneak out with me.