Claiming My Father’s Best Friend
“Yep. If you won’t come to me, then I figure I did bring the party to you. I wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easily.”
“Good to see you, buddy,” I say, my voice firm, betraying none of the guilt gnawing at me. “I’ve been meaning to catch up with you, just… you know how it is. Busy with work.”
He laughs, a deep, genuine sound that makes me feel like a complete bastard. I look at him trying to see the man I’ve known for years, but all I see is Astrid.
Astrid is the spitting image of his father but in a feminine form. She takes after the feminine side of her mom, the slender curvy body, the striking ginger hair and height.
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