Chapter Twenty-Four. Cal.
Okay, I am not going to lie, I absolutely hate putting flat pack furniture up, not that the absolutely stunning PC Mable Walters needs to know that. However, I will happily spend the rest of the day helping her with the Ikea specials, if it means getting to know the beautiful woman. Hell, what is wrong with me. I have lost my ever-loving mind over this woman.
I run into the shop, as Kirstie and Dante let go of my hand heading straight for the sweat shelves.
“Please” Kirstie looks up at me all doe eyed, fluttering her eye lashes at me.
I pity the bloke she ends up marrying, she will get her way every time with that look. Hell, he will also have me, Big Ben, Whip-me, Davey, even Anders breathing down his neck, to ensure he does give my daughter the best of e
