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“What?”
“When I was in the grocery store, my cousin, Melissa, sent me a text with a link to reserve a table for the Central Park Fall Festival. I’ll be selling my pies.”
“You’re already doing that at Eloise’s school,” he said.
“And?”
“That’s a lot of pies to make.”
“I’m aware. I did it last year and was very successful.”
“I can’t relate because you won’t let me try a piece.”
“You’ll have a piece of pie after dinner.”
“Dad, come on. I paused the movie.” Eloise walked into the kitchen.
“Yeah, Dad. Go finish watching Moana with your daughter.” I smirked.
His left eye narrowed at me.
“I’m coming, sweetheart.”
Chapter Twenty
Ashton
I was in my office while Charlotte gave Eloise a bath before my father arrived. When I heard the doorbell ring, I got up from my chair and went to answer it.
“Hi, Dad.” We hugged.
“Hello, son.”
“Margo.” I didn’t want to hug her, but I felt as if I didn’t have a choice.
“Hey, handsome.” She grinned, chomping on her gum.
“What’s with the pumpkins and these decorations? You’ve never done that,” my father asked.
“My new nanny asked if it would be okay if she decorated. She loves autumn.”
“And you allowed it?” His brow raised.
“It’s for Eloise, Dad.”
“Where is my granddaughter?”
“Upstairs, taking a bath. She has tonsillitis again.”
“Poor kid.”
“She’ll be down shortly. Can I pour you two a drink?”
“Just sparkling water for me,” Margo said.
“I’m sorry, Margo, but I don’t have sparkling water.”
“I’ll have a whiskey sour, son.”
