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Chapter Seven

This was my worst nightmare.

Dad and Mr Wade was getting along perfectly, like father and son as they bonded over the football. Mr Wade even inviting dad to the game with me. Thankfully dad had work but said next weekend he was coming to see him play. I knew dad liked him all the more as Mr Wade gave him the whole ask for permission before dating. As sweet as that was I think it was more show than anything. I mean, he wouldn’t really do that.

He’s a total babe, he would have women lined up or most likely set to speed dial, a different one a night probably. My jealousy seeping through my pores for some unknown and stupid reason, he could be with whoever he wanted. It wasn’t like I was on his radar.

“Mia, you’ve hardly touched your food.” Mr Wade smirked as dad scolded me.

Could he have embarrassed me anymore, I rolled my eyes as I spoke back. “You know I don’t like the skins on sausages.”

Mr Wade grinned even wider but didn’t say anything. I could only imagine the dirty thoughts going on in that man’s mind right now.

“So Noah, tell me about your family, where are you from?” Dad asked. He was asking so many personal questions but being honest I actually wanted to hear what he had to say, I sat up a little straighter and looked up as Mr Wade started talking.

“I’m actually not from around here. I was born and raised in Hobart and the winters were a little too cold for me, I moved up here for college and graduated earlier. I’ve always enjoyed maths so why not become a maths teacher.” He was speaking with a deep passion. I honestly didn’t expect to see anyone that excited over a school subject, maths of all things but I felt exactly the same. I loved maths more than any other subject, even a little more so than English.

Thankfully dad seemed pleased and stopped asking so many invasive and personal questions. I left them outside talking and headed into do the dishes. One thing I couldn’t stand was mess around, I guess I was a little ocd with things out of place.

I felt something slap my thighs and hissed as I turned around, Mr Wade stood there grinning from ear to ear with a tea towel in his hand. “Hurt huh?” He asked reaching for a plate and starting to wipe up.

“That really hurt!” I picked up the wash cloth and slapped it down on his strong toned and tanned biceps. Oh they were nice to look at.

He just laughed, not caring that this t-shirt sleeve was now wet and water dripped down his arm, “You know Mia, I’m a guest in your house and that was mean. Not very hostess like.”

I rolled my eyes, “I’m sorry Mr Wade.”

Another flick to my thigh and I winced, god that hurt. “I told you to call me Noah.” He said a little more firmly.

Oops, “I’m sorry Noah.”

“Good, so I’m looking forward to seeing your bedroom, your dad told me you have quite the collection of books, first editions as well which has me very interested.” He smiled and reached for another plate to wipe.