Chapter 8

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James's Point of View
I hear the tinkling bells ring tone that tells me my baby is texting me.
Charlotte: Daddy?
James: Yes dear
Charlotte: No I meant why are you in my phone as daddy?
James: Let me explain it to you. How about my house for dinner tomorrow night?
Goddammit. I've scared her off. My heart stops as I wait for her response.

Charlotte's Response

He invited me on a date! A real date!
But it's gonna be tough to explain to my parents dinner alone with an older man. They'll be at work tomorrow.
Charlotte: how about lunch?
James: ok sweet pea. Come over at 12:00. Is there anything you're allergic to or that you don't like?
I wrinkle my nose thinking of the many foods I don't like. James isn't going to want some silly girl who's got the palate of a child.
Charlotte: No allergies and I'm good with anything
James: sweetheart...
Charlotte: what?
James: Is it true that you like every food?
Charlotte: Yes
James: Charlotte.
Why does he have to be so perceptive? Well, he'll find out sooner or later.
Charlotte: I don't like spinach, lamb, Brussels sprouts, clams, and oysters.
James:Good girl.

James's Point of view

I'm smiling so hard I think my face is going to crack in half. I think I've really found a baby girl. It fights every instinct of mine not to run over there and scoop her right out of her little twin bed. I'll play it cool, for now.

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