Page 94 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Great, Mr. Rizzo. Will you join us for dinner?” Bianca asked.

“Don’t call me Mr. Rizzo. It’s too formal.” He smiled.

“You can’t call me Callum either. My son wouldn’t like that.”

My father knew me well.

“You’re about to become my daughter-in-law. Call me dad.”

She held his gaze. “Ok, Dad, stay.”

“I’d love to, but I have to handle a matter for Callum. Once I speak to my wife, we’ll arrange a meeting for our families.”

“Soon, Dad. The gathering will need to take place in Chicago.”

“I’ll get on it right away,” he promised.

Dad picked up Bianca’s hand, studying her engagement ring. “Son, this ring is exquisite.”

I felt ten feet tall. “Only the best for my bombshell.”

He released her hand, and she slammed it into my chest.

“What did I do?” I asked.

“Persuade him to stay,” she threatened through bared teeth.

Palming his shoulder, I smirked. “Dad, stay for dinner.”

“I’d be delighted,” Dad responded.

“This is great. Your dad and Ritchie’s dad are here.” Bianca beamed.

I pulled Bianca under my arm and crushed her lips briefly.

“Rich is here?” Dad asked. Excitement was heavy in his voice.

“Yup, when he and Ritchie are finished talking you two can catch up,” I said.

“I’d like that.” He smiled.

“Have a seat, Dad. I’ll fix you a drink,” I stated.

Bianca was on my heels. “He wanted you to ask him to stay.”

“What’s your point, bombshell?” I asked as I stepped behind the bar.

“He wants to make things right between you two.” She smiled.

“You got all that from your short interaction with him?” I asked as I grabbed a bottle of Maker’s Mark blue label.

“Yes. Well, I was eavesdropping just a little. But it’s obvious he loves you.” Bianca inched closer behind the bar.

“You two look so much alike.”

“I know. That’s a bit of why I don’t like sharing his name.”

My anger kept me away from my dad for years. Maybe it was time to make amends.

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