Fifteen minutes later, Lucas's car pulled up behind Timothy’s, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Stepping out of his car, Lucas approached us with his usual calm demeanor, a reassuring smile on his face. "Hey," Lucas greeted us, offering a casual salute. His eyes flickered to the deflated tire, but
“I’m fine, Evie, really” he said, smiling gently. He wrapped an arm around my waist and bent down to kiss me on my temple. “Let me just get you out of this cold.” I nodded, though I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his face as he guided me to his car. Once we were home, I helped Timothy settle onto
TIMOTHY POV The aroma of sizzling bacon and brewing coffee wafted through the kitchen, enveloping Timothy as he deftly moved around the countertops. He glanced at the clock, noting that Evie would be waking up soon. Despite the breakfast preparations, his mind was consumed by concerns far weightier
I sat in Timothy's apartment, the quiet ambiance only broken by Duke's playful barks as I tossed a toy for him. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself laughing as he pranced in a circle, proud that he’d caught the ball. It was a nice distraction from the thought of Timothy having to meet
The mention of the interview caught me off guard. I had almost forgotten about it as well, especially with all that had happened. "Oh, right, I completely forgot. I didn't think it was still on the table." Penny nodded, "It is, but we can take our time. You don't have to rush into anything." A sur
TIMOTHY POV Timothy stormed through the tall oak doors of his father's office, his jaw clenched and his footsteps echoing off the marble floor. He didn't bother with customary greetings as he barged in, his gaze fixed firmly on the figure seated behind the imposing desk. Kamran glanced up from his
Andy's eyes pleaded for understanding. "We know, Tim. But right now, Stella—" Timothy cut him off, his patience waning. "Enough! You're both cowards," he spat out, his words biting with disdain. "Mr. Fitzgerald will have to face the fact that his daughter is being held responsible for the first tim
Penny and I were still seated in the living room, savoring the sandwiches I had hastily whipped up while engaging in a lighthearted conversation. He had many stories to tell, and I was eager to hear each of them. "So, you won't believe what happened during this one interview I had," Penny exclaimed