Page 93 of Love Off Course

Randall grins when I fist my hands.

“Where’s Sheridan?” I demand.

“Getting some much needed R&R,” Randall says. “What’s it to you?”

“I’m going after her.” I glance over at David to gauge his reaction. He smirks at me. “You two may as well tell me where she went because it’s inevitable.”

David pulls out a twenty and tosses it at Randall. “You win.”

“Don’t I always?” Randall jokes, tucking the twenty into his breast pocket.

“I may not have the history she had with him,” I grit out, pointing at David, “but it was real. Too short but explosive. I love her, Randall.”

Randall nods. “I know.”

“How?”

“My daughter was different when she arrived at the wedding. Mexico changed her. Someone changed her. I figure that if he had that effect on her, my sweet, brilliant girl had that effect on him.”

“She’s not sweet,” I tell him. “She’s actually quite sour.”

David snorts. “Can I kill him?”

Randall chuckles. “I like this kid,” he tells David. “Much better for my feisty girl than your dinosaur ass.”

“She may be sour,” I continue, “but I like sour. No, I love sour. She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever known. Incredibly smart, but so innocent about life. Beautiful, but even more so when she’s frazzled and messy. Funny, though most of her barbs areslung my way.” I run my fingers through my hair. “She captured me. My little bee somehow managed to lasso me out of the sky and tied me to her heart.”

“Kid’s got game,” David groans. “I’ll give him that.”

“I can’t let her go,” I mutter. “I can’t.”

“But you did,” David reminds me. “I was an idiot and lost her. You’re an even bigger idiot for pushing her away.”

Gritting my teeth, I ignore this dude and focus on Randall. “Tell me where she’s at so I can go to her. I want to hold her and promise her the world.”

“On one condition,” Randall says, leaning forward. “I’ll tell you where she’s at under one condition.”

“Name it.”

“Don’t just promise, son, deliver. If you promise, you make good on it. If you’re going to give her the world, don’t you dare ever take it away.” He smiles wide. “Because I will find you and kill you.”

I gape at him.

David slaps me on the back. “He’s kidding. I think. Best not fuck up just in case.”

“I won’t,” I tell them both. “Now tell me.”

“Demanding little shit,” David says with a laugh.

“I like him,” Randall argues, shrugging. Then to me he nods. “Have lunch with us and then I’ll send you in the right direction.”

“Lunch? With both of you?”

“I’d like to call it an interrogation, but lunch is more polite. I’m going to get some beers in you and find out just what your true intentions are with my little girl.”

“The forever kind,” I growl.

“Good. Then your quest can wait until we have lunch and beer.”

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