Page 103 of Accidental Ex's Dad


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“Alright well, just let me know. Although, honestly, I am dying to dive into this book.”

“Haven’t you read Outlander before?” I ask.

“Twice. But there’s no such thing as too much Jamie Fraser,” she says.

“So, is Jordan a thing of the past?” I ask.

“Maybe. He’s a guy who’s used to getting what he wants. So I’m making him sweat a little,” she answers.

I smile at that.

* * *

As I assumed, Gavin is here. I park my car next to his and make my way to the main desk. The Patagonia-clad woman looks up at me with a rehearsed customer service smile. Ben and Holly won’t be here for another hour from what we planned, so I have time.

“Hello! Welcome to Snowcap Summit. How can I help you? Oh, and just so you know, we have a special on cabins right now. Buy two nights, get the third free! And it comes with a beer and coffee voucher as well.”

Of course she doesn’t remember me.

“I’m looking for Gavin,” I tell her, cutting right to the chase.

Recognition flashes in her eyes, and her smile dips into a small frown. “Oh. Right. He’s not?—”

“I know he’s here,” I say. “His car is outside.”

“He’s in a meeting.”

“I need to talk to him,” I insist.

“He isn’t taking visitors outside of appointments,” she says.

“Fine. Then I’ll make an appointment,” I tell her.

“Oh. Well, he doesn’t have any appointments available,” she says.

“Ever?” I ask.

“Not today,” she says flatly.

“Well then, I’ll stay the night. Or two. Or three, since the third night is free. I have time.”

“We don’t have any available cabins,” she lies.

“But you just said–”

“He doesn’t want to talk to you,” she finally admits, and I narrow my eyes at her.

“Well, that’s too bad. Because he’s going to talk to me whether he likes it or not,” I say before dashing off towards his office.

“Ma’am. You can’t go back there. Ma’am!”

I avoid the Karen squad and stop in front of his office, rapping on the door with my fist.

“Gavin. I know you’re in there. Can we talk? Please?”

Nothing. But I’m not giving up that easily. My polite knocking escalates to pounding, and I call out again. “Gavin! You can’t hide from me forever! You can’t hide fromus…”

Nothing.