“Same here.” Rupert raises his hand. “Love a good romp.”
Kitty eyes him for a moment with a devilish look before saying, “That’s good to know. Not sure if my niece has ever enjoyed a good romp, but that’s neither here nor there.”
I mean, it’s a little here and there.
“You didn’t answer my question. What about her profile did you like the most?”
That she wasn’t feasting on what I can only hope is fake blood.
That she wasn’t collecting her own hair for craft projects.
Or that she didn’t classify Earl Grey as piss water.
“I liked her ambition,” I say, lying through my teeth, because in all honesty, I can’t really recall her profile. All I remember is that I thought she was beautiful and fucking normal.
The normal factor being the most important.
“She’s quite ambitious. Are you going to be able to handle that?”
“I don’t need to handle it; it’s not my job. My job would be to foster that ambition and help her grow.”
Where the hell did that come from?
Because that was a fairly solid, on-the-spot answer. I should be slightly terrified with myself, but rather, I’m quite impressed.
She slowly nods. “She needs that, someone to believe in her.” Kitty is silent for a moment and then she pats me on the thigh. “Try proposing again. I’m sure she’ll say yes.”
“And if she doesn’t?”
Kitty lifts up from the path and brushes off her backside. “Then stick around to see if you can convince her otherwise.” She then twiddles her fingers at Rupert and says, “Catch you later, Stretch.”
Rupert watches her walk all the way back into the house and when the door is closed, he sighs.
What the actual fuck.
“Mate, don’t go there. She could be your mother.”
“If she wants to cradle me in bed, by all means, I’ll call her mummy.”
“Fuck…no.” I shake my head on a wince. “No, Rupert. Just no.”
He stares at the house. “If she had an OnlyFans, I’d be her number one subscriber.”
“I need you to stop.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, letting Kitty’s words sink in.
Stick around.
Convince her.
Why does that feel like a monumental task?
And is proving a point to my father really worth it?
Neil’s daughter flashes in my mind, causing me to gulp.
Why yes…yes, it’s worth it.
Turning to Rupert, I say, “We need a plan. A plan to win her over.”
