Page 27 of Falling for my Best Friend

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- Aiden -

I pushed open the glass doors and smiled at the receptionist. “Hi Amy.”

“Aiden, what a lovely surprise.” Amy walked around her desk and gave me a big hug.

“I hope my Dad feels the same.”

“I’m sure he will. How have you been?”

“Good.”

“I heard you’re doing physical therapy now.”

“Yeah, I’m hoping to open my own place soon.”

“That would be wonderful. Maybe I could send my husband your way. His knee still isn’t right after that spill he took skiing last year.”

“I would be happy to take a look at it.”

“That would be great. He might actually accept some help if it came from you. You’d think he’d been tortured by doctors his whole life the way he acts about going to get a second opinion.”

I reached in my pocket and pulled out my card. “Tell him to call me anytime. I’ll even come to the house to take a look. He shouldn’t still be in pain.”

“Thanks, Aiden,” she said, taking the card. “Sounds good.” She walked back around the desk and lifted the phone. “John, your son is here to see you… Milk and sugar?... No problem.” She hung up the phone and gestured towards my Dad’s office. “Go ahead and let yourself in. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“No, I’m fine, thanks. I’ve got a bottle of water with me.”

I knocked once and pushed my Dad’s office door open. The view behind his desk looked out over the lake which sparkled so brightly in the sunshine it made me wish I hadn’t left my sunglasses in the car.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Aiden,” he said, standing up. “How nice of you to stop by.”

I walked over and gave him a hug. “Chelsea’s at a casting call nearby so I figured I’d come say hi.”

“I’m so glad you did,” he said, gesturing for me to sit down.

As I headed back to the chair in front of his desk, I checked the clock. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. He’d never cared much for interruptions.

“I’ve been meaning to call you with some big news.”

“Oh really?” I asked. “What’s up?”

He sat down and leaned back in his chair. “I’ve been talking to my best guy, and he thinks he can shift his workload enough to train you.”

I furrowed my brows.

“We can have you trading by September. How great is that? You’ll have your own clients, your own accounts, and a fantastic future to look forward to.”

“Wow. That’s great news-”

“I know.”

“Except for one thing.”

My Dad clasped his hands on the desk in front of him. “What’s that?”

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