Page 39 of The Widower
“You can call me whatever you want, sweetheart,” Colin said, kneeling down to her level. “I like my name, but if you forget it, you can call me whatever’s easier.”
Call him rude, cold, adorable, sweetheart—or bipolar. There goes my brain, mocking Colin again.
“We’re late. Good night, Colin, and… thank you.”
I swore he wouldn’t say a word—but to my absolute surprise, a voice actually came out of his mouth.
“See you tomorrow, Isabelle. Good night, Hanna.”He smiled again when their eyes met.
“Bye… Colin.”
He turned to leave but stopped just long enough to say, “Tito’s waiting for you. He’ll drive you home. Every day from now on.”
“But—”
“I don’t take no for an answer,” he called over his shoulder, walking away.
What the hell just happened?
“Uncle Colin’s really nice, huh?”
Perfect. She’s officially added uncle to his name.I’m sure Colin’s going to love that.
Then again, he never complains about anything she does—unlike with me.
“He’s a sweetheart with you,” I muttered as we ate popcorn, watching The Lion King for what felt like the hundredth time.
“Uh-huh.”
“So tell me, why do you like staying at the mansion so much?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Well, there’s a playground, and I get to run around.”
“I see.”
“And Uncle Colin’s nice.”
“He’s not!”I said, teasing.
“He is too!” Hanna shot back, a little offended.
Makes total sense, right?
“If you say so…”
We finished the movie, and I could feel exhaustion weighing down every part of me. At Colin’s mansion, I’m constantly on the move. He’s got exactly twenty-five employees working for him, and I’m responsible for all of them. From problems to reports—they all come to me. And every single day, something new pops up.
Surprisingly, I’m holding up pretty well working for Colin Adams.
I woke up earlier than usual. Since Hanna was coming with me, I had to get my little one out of bed and organize a few things to take to the mansion.
Once everything was packed and ready, we headed for the door—and the moment I opened it…
I noticed a black Audi parked right outside my house. I hadn’t caught the license plate yet, but it looked exactly like one of the cars Colin’s drivers used for errands.
As I walked closer, the window rolled down, and there was Tito, grinning at me.
“Morning, Isabelle. Colin sent me to pick you two up.”
