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“So what if I don’t get to go anywhere? I hate this nowhere town. Things were better back in Atlanta. As soon as my dad sees that, we’ll be out of here.”
You had to admire how hard the girl was willing to fight for what she wanted.
“You’re not giving the Bay area a chance,” Bailey reasoned. “Your dad didn’t live here very long when he was a kid. Maybe he’s forgotten what a good time San Francisco can be.”
“Or maybe he just doesn’t care.” The girl turned on the heels of her borrowed sneakers, and shoved the cart toward the storage room for more not-quite-fresh snacks.
Bailey checked her watch and sighed.
She’d been supervising Leslie Cavenaugh for all of half an hour, and she was already growing more attached to the kid than was wise. Not to mention that she suddenly had an itch to stop by the pound and pick up a puppy to bring home. Then there were the memories of Derrick smiling down at her, touching her, that wouldn’t stop replaying in her mind.
Selena had said he’d been impressed. Leslie had thought Bailey was interested in dating the man, assuming Derrick Cavenaugh saw her as anything more than a convenient babysitter.
Meanwhile, Bailey needed a man in her life as much as she needed a puppy.
What she needed was to finish the store’s books, and to keep her contact with Derrick focused on his kid. He was too much of a reminder of what she’d once dreamed of having. Dreams that would only hurt her, if she let herself want them now.
CHAPTER SIX
PRAYING FOR THE OUTCOME of football games was strictly off-limits in Derrick’s world. God had better things to do than care about football.
But Derrick figured asking for a miracle for his family, one that didn’t involve getting himself fired from his law firm, wasn’t totally over the line.
He’d skipped out of a conference call to give himself a shot at making it over the bridge in time to pick up Leslie. But he was still almost a half hour late.
So much for divine intervention.
Braking at the curb in front of the convenience store, he got out of his car and jogged through the rain. Leslie was waiting just inside, her backpack slung over her shoulder, and her “bite me” expression at full tilt.
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