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“So, Parker, how long have you been in
love with my little girl?”
I looked at him shocked. “What?”
“You’re watching her like You’re ready to
pounce anyone who touches her wrong or if anyone under the age of sixty tries
to dance with her. You drove all this way to come to a party that she hates. I
know she is incredibly crabby when she is home, and I can only assume that has
something to do with you. She has been happier at school this year than she was
the last two, and I know about your piano performance, which was a nice touch
by the way.”
I thought for a second. Was I in love with Maggie? This wasn’t
the first time this had crossed my mind, but it was the first time I believed
it could be possible. Yes. I am. I’m in
love with Maggie Miller.
“I’ll ask you again, son. How long have
you been in love with my daughter?”
“I think since the day I met her, sir.”
“Yeah I thought so. I saw the way you
looked at her then as well. Have you told her how you feel?”
“No, sir.”
“Have you had sex with her?”
“What? NO! No, sir!”
He gave me a mischievous grin. “Ha. Just
checking. Well, go get her.” He nodded to where she was dancing with a bald
older man with wandering hands. I laughed when she had to move his hand off her
butt for probably the tenth time.
“Are you going to cut my balls off?”
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