Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 32

He stuffs some papers in my hands. I don’t read them, but I can see that there’s almost zero chance that I’m the father.

I’ve been given the all-clear to pursue whatever I need to do with Camilla. I turn the papers over and snatch a pen from Dr. Mike’s table.

“Here’s the phone number of the PI that I use the most. Tell him to bill me for whatever work he does for you. I’ll text him right now to tell him that you’re coming with my blessing.”

Marcia’s voice is sad and timid. “I can’t thank you enough.”

I cared about her once, conniving witch that she is.

“I hope it works out for you.”

Suddenly, she looks ten years older than she did when we came in. She’s going to lose her gravy train for a while.

“We’re going home, Ryan.”

“This whole thing was a waste of time,” Ryan spits. “I could be doing something worthwhile instead of being in a smelly clinic.”

I hope Marcia gets a better handle on him, even though he’s basically teenager. Maybe he’ll grow out of his rudeness. But it’s not my job to care about it.

“Thanks, Mike.” Mike shakes my hand and gives Marcia a handshake, too. Ryan is already walking out of the room.

When we get to the parking lot, I turn to her. “This will be the last time I’ll see you in a long time.”

She nods. “Take care, Link.”

“You, too.” I watch her get into her car. I feel like I have a new lease on life.

I know my next stop: the jewelry store. I need a rock that tells everyone Camilla is taken until the end of time.