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Jordyn brings me a sense of content.

I’m comfortable with her.

I can’t get enough of her.

I think I’m falling in love with this woman.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Jordyn

Asher and I were in Empire Bay for the past few days, but I had to go back home for some important tasks, and Asher insisted on joining me.

Normally, with relationships that I am in, I need breaks. I need the time for myself. But strangely, with this relationship with Asher, I want more. I don’t want to be a part from him. It’s possibly because of knowing that he’s going to be going back on tour soon. And then at that, we will have to resort to video calls. Or who’s to say that we will last past that?

A thought that I hate co-mingling with my happy thoughts.

So, I’m milking as much time as I can right now with him.

We enter my house, and I turn on the lights and open the window blinds. Asher carries his bag to the bedroom, then re-emerges a moment later.

“How long until you need to be back at work?” he asks.

“I don’t have a set time, but I do want to get payroll completed as soon as possible and make sure I check in with everyone.”

“Remind me again, what you do there?” he asks.

“A bit of everything. But think of me as the general manager.”

“What does Evelyn and Tom do?” he asks.

“My parents? Mainly focus on the expansion stuff, business stuff, and makings sure we keep the lights on.” I explain.

“Well, let’s get you to work. I’m starving.” He winks at me.

Twenty minutes later, we pull up to Pie Squared in my car. The first thing that I noticed is that the parking lot is packed. The side streets are full, and there’s a new makeshift outdoor patio with full tables and shade.

“What the devil?” I turn off the ignition and lean back in the driver’s seat.

“What?” he looks at me, then the surrounding area.

“Business has picked up and nobody told me about this.” I pull my phone out and dial my father, placing the call on speaker.

“Hey Jo-Jo.” Dad greets me.

“Dad? Has something happened at Pie Squared that I should know about? Is there some hot special or?”

“Well, I think it has to do with that lovely fella that you’re dating.”

“Hi, Tom.” Ashed checks in.

“Is that him? Well, hello there. Looks like your fans like pizza.”

“Honestly, sir. Who doesn’t? I’m craving some right now if only your daughter would go inside.”

“Are we permitted with the outdoor dining?” I ask.

“We are. I just never got around to doing anything about it. That’s all temporary until we get builders out there next week.”

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