Page 427 of Billionaire Temptations

“I know, right? Me too. I miss the big goofball already, and he’s only been gone a couple of hours.”

“I think someone is in love.” I smiled.

“Maybe. Who knows. He cried at the airport.”

“He did?”

“Yeah.” I could see her eyes start to fill with tears.

“He told me that he loved me, and if I loved him, he’d stay.”

“I’m assuming you didn’t tell him.”

“I told him that I’d have to get back to him on that.”

“OMG! Sienna.”

“He freaked me out. I panicked. Listen, I have to go. My pain in the ass client is standing at the door looking at me.”

“Okay. Call me later or come over. We can do a girls’ night, sit on the couch with our gallon of ice cream, and watch depressing movies.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Shaking my head, I cleaned up my desk, grabbed my purse, and headed out the door to see my dad. As I approached East 42nd Street, I saw him sitting on the ground Indian style with his guitar in his hand.

“Hey, Dad.” I smiled as I sat down next to him.

“Hey, pumpkin. You’re going to get your fancy pants all dirty.”

“They can be washed. How’s business?” I asked, looking over at his guitar case, which was filled with green.

“It’s a good day. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because it’s a beautiful May day, and everyone is in a good mood. Here.” He handed me his guitar. “Drum up some more business for your old man.”

With a grin, I took the guitar from him. This was something we did on occasion. I began playing and singing Tomorrow Is a Long Time by Nickel Creek. Before long, people stopped tolisten as they threw dollar bills into the guitar case. My heart started racing as I was singing, and I looked up to see Sebastian standing amongst the crowd of people staring at me. When I finished the song, He walked over with his hands tucked into his pockets.

“Why, hello there, Sebastian.” My dad smiled.

“Hello, Larry. Chloe.” He nodded.

Handing my dad back his guitar, I gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll talk to you later, Dad.”

“Yeah. Okay. Enjoy the rest of your day, pumpkin.”

I began to walk away, and Sebastian walked with me.

“You were really good,” he spoke.

“Thanks.” I stared straight ahead.

“So how have you been?”

I swallowed hard. “Fine. Busy. You?”

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