Chapter Two Hundred Forty-Eight

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FORTY-EIGHT

*Matt Castle*

"I still can't reach her! I think she is hiding from me." Matt Castle puffed out a deep sigh as he stood by the window of the living room.

He peeked at his phone again and tossed it across the couch angrily, running a frantic hand through his thick long blonde curls. He was very tall and a bit brawny with long hands.

He paced the room back and forth in frustration.

"What did I do wrong this time father?!"

His father was lounging on the loveseat across the room.

He shook his head and set down the glass of wine he was drinking on the table beside him and rose to his feet.

He walked up to his son and clutched his shoulders and smiled at him.

"You did absolutely nothing wrong, my son. You are a fine young man. You are successful, smart, sophisticated and daring. I love that about you son. You picked up from me very well and follow in my footsteps. I am proud of you. I'm sure many women want you for their wife but I understand that