Page 85 of Tease Me (Dark Odyssey 1)

Chapter Nineteen

Mia

It’sthe fifteenth of September. I managed to get through two whole weeks at the club, and Nick.

Two weeks and I survived.

I can’t believe it.

Two weeks and I feel like I could do it. I just have to take one day at a time. And, I also filled in some applications for junior associate positions at a few law firms.

I’m feeling hopeful and have my fingers crossed.

There’s one firm in particular I have my eyes on. They’re called Sullivans and are as big as Silvermans in L.A.

They have an assistant’s position going. That’s what I applied for because I figured maybe there would be room to work my way in further and up.

I have my fingers and toes crossed.

I’m just cooking dinner for Dad and Beth before I get ready to leave for work.

Apart from the community nurse I had come here to check on Dad, I arranged an overnight babysitter. Her name’s Kathy.

The idea came to me last week. I figured having someone who could stay here overnight was ideal to not just look after Beth, but Dad too.

She’s already here and helping Beth with her math homework in the sitting room.

That frees me up to make dinner and have some time to myself before I leave. It’s five now so I don’t really have that much time. I like cooking though and I want to make sure Dad gets all the nutrition he needs.

Tonight I make lasagna and add chopped asparagus and carrots with the mince beef.

Dad hates vegetables. Simply loathes them and tends to just have a potato and a carrot because he claims they don’t taste as vegetabley as the others.

Doing it all this way ensures he gets some variety. It’s always been the best way to get vegetables in the meal without specifically preparing them and putting them on the plate. Cooking them with something that tastes nice.

I’m one to talk I suppose, since I’m not really a fan of vegetables either.

I’m lucky I don’t gain weight because normally I eat everything you’re not supposed to on the regular.

The regular as in before things got really bad.

I love pizza and burgers. It’s difficult for me to sit down and have a healthier meal, especially one I made myself. There’s something about making it myself that lacks in appeal.

Tonight I enjoy this though and I will have some.

Dad comes into the kitchen carrying a newspaper. He smiles when he sees me and moves closer to the breakfast table so he can sit.

“Hey, my gosh that smells divine,” he muses, looking over the food.

“I’m glad Dad. It tastes good too.”

He motions to the ends of the carrots I cut off to throw away. “Is that vegetables I see?”

“Yes it is. You’re having some so don’t even try to complain,” I giggle and he looks at me. He really looks at me long and hard and I see something form in his eyes.

“What? Is it the vegetables? I’m being serious, Dad. The doctors gave you a whole nutrition plan so I can make you healthy again.”

He had the surgery on his heart but that doesn’t mean we’re all out of the woods. It’s like having liposuction and going back to eat all the fat in the world.

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