Well, that’s what I’d been told.
“Well, aren’t you a fresh glass of sparkling water?” LeeAnn preened, batting her eyelashes as she fanned her flushed face. “You, sir, are the most gallant man around these parts, and it’s my pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m LeeAnn McDonald, and this is my daughter Laurel.”
“Oh, now that’s impossible,” my dad scoffed. “She can’t be your daughter. Older sister maybe, but not your daughter.”
LeeAnn blushed as she slipped her hand in the crook of his arm as they walked off together.
“Mom!” Laurel hissed as her mother waved her hand in the air, dismissing her.
“Go away, Laurel. The adults are talking.”
“Shit. Josie, please tell me your dad is married?”
“Widowed. He never remarried after Mom died.”
“Double shit,” Laurel cursed as she began pacing the floor.
“Josephine, I need to get back to the clinic.”
“What about my dad?”
George frowned as my dad and LeeAnn disappeared into another room. “I will come back after the clinic closes. Maybe he will be more reasonable.”
“Fat chance,” I scoffed.
“Look, I’m going to schedule some more tests. Maybe we’ll get some answers then.”
Shaking my head, I groaned. “Or I can just have him committed.”
“He’s legally sane. We already had him tested. Plus, he was seen having lunch with Judge Tomlinson and my granny two days ago at the Rosewood Country Club. Fucker even played a round of chess.”
“Was he wearing clothes?” I snarked, and George chuckled.
“If you call a pair of faded blue jeans and a Metallica hoodie clothes, then yes.”
“Fine,” I groaned, rubbing the back of my neck. “Make the appointments. I’ll make sure he’s there.”
With that George left, leaving me with Laurel who was still pacing the room, muttering under her breath when her mother and my dad returned, arm in arm.
“I would love that, Jack.” LeeAnn beamed up at him.
“I’ll make all the arrangements,” my dad said, reaching for her hand, carefully turning it over as he bent down and kissed her wrist, which caused LeeAnn to gasp.
“Okay!” Laurel snapped, marching over to them, yanking her mother’s hand away. “She’s engaged and we have to go plan a wedding. Nice meeting you, Mr. Orlean. Josie, catch you later.”
And like George, they too quickly left.
Turning to my dad, I sighed. “Did you have to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Hit her with your full power.”
My dad beamed. “Of course.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m gonna to marry that woman.”
