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“Exactly.”
“So you don’t mind Chloe being with someone like me?”
“Someone like you?”
“I mean someone with this kind of background?” I nodded to the small houses around us.
“Look, son,” Spencer said, “Chloe might have millions now, but she didn’t grow up with money. I’m a plumber, not an investment broker or some brainy IT engineer like Logan.” He smiled. “Marianne and I didn’t have much when we established a family, so the girls shared a room in a small apartment and we drove an old car that cost me a fortune in repairs.” He shielded his eyes from the sun and looked thoughtful. “Chloe didn’t grow up with expensive clothes or fancy dinners, but there was an abundance of kisses, hugs, and laughs. I think that’s the part that matters the most.”
“Glad to hear it,” I said. “I was worried you might prefer for Chloe to find some rich pretty boy.”
“You have nothing to worry about from my side. You and Logan are both fine men, and for my girls to choose you – well, it makes me think that I’ve done something right.”
“And Marianne?” I asked.
“It’s the same for her.” We both looked down to the yard across the street where Faith and Marianne were still digging holes for flowers.
“She offered to cut hair on anyone who needed it,” I said. “But we already have a hairdresser and I don’t want to take business away from Judy, although she’s not very good, to be honest.”
“Probably because so many of you have long hair. How much training does she get from only cutting split ends all day?” Spencer pointed out.
“Fair point,” I grinned and followed his lead when he got back to finishing the roof.
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Chloe
It was the perfect evening.
My parents were laughing and talking with Onava and Chief Aaron at a different table. Ten minutes ago my mom had stopped by our table and kissed me on the top of my hair, telling me that we should definitely make this a summer tradition and that she and my dad were enjoying themselves.
I found it interesting how they had so often declined going to fancy red-carpet events with me, yet they had jumped at the opportunity to do volunteer work.
“This meat is delicious,” Faith said next to me.
“That’s because it’s been roasted over a slow fire all day,” Adam explained.
“Is it elk?” Faith asked.
“Deer,” he answered and I almost laughed when Faith stopped chewing and placed a hand on her stomach.
“Please tell me I’m not eating Bambi.”
“More like Bambi’s mom or dad,” Adam replied and picked up his glass.
I leaned closer to her and smiled. “Don’t worry, it won’t harm the little one.” It had been a surprise to everyone but me when Faith and Logan announced at her graduation party that her new title as doctor in psychology would soon be followed by her title as mom.
Logan hurried to change the subject from Bambi and asked us, “So what did you decide with the house?”
“Well, the house in LA finally sold last week and we’re still debating where we want to live.”
“I’m not a city guy,” Adam pointed out.
“And I’ve told him we can have a house or cabin around here somewhere, but I need a place in the city for when we visit you guys.”
Logan and Faith looked at each other.
“What?” I asked.
