Home Is Where the Heart Is
warms my heart.” He walked round the counter to give her a
hug.
    “ Hi daddy,” she said when
she pulled away. She then handed him the glass. “I’m
going up to my room to change. Steven should be here any time.”
    She untied her apron and made her way up the stairs.
“Meg’s in the dining room by the way,” she called
out from the hallway as she walked to her room. When she got to her
room, she splashed some water on her face and then changed out of the
jeans and t-shirt she had on. She put on a strapless floral maxi
dress. She held her hair up in a bun and then put on a pair of silver
looped earrings and a pair of sandals before she touched up her
makeup ever so lightly. She then looked into the mirror and smiled
before she walked back to the kitchen. She could hear her father and
Meg talking in the living room. She took the chicken out of the oven
and then took it out to the table. She then took the mashed potatoes,
gravy and assorted vegetables to the table before she heard the
doorbell. She walked to the door and took a long, deep breath before
she opened it. She smiled at a casually dressed Steven who was
holding flowers and a shopping bag in one hand, and a bottle of
scotch in the other. “No Terrence today?” she asked as
she looked out into the driveway expecting to see the town car.
Instead was a sleek black Mercedes.
    “ I thought I’d drive
myself. Give him the time off,” he grinned. “This is for
you,” he said as he handed her the bag. She looked inside and
smiled.
    “ You remembered,” she
sighed happily, as she lifted the Swiss chocolate box out of the bag
    “ Of course I did,” he
said as he gave her a hug and a quick kiss.
    “ Come on in,” she said,
stepping aside. “You remember Meg, and this is my father
Michael. Dad this is Steven Davenport,” she said when they
walked into the living room.
    “ Lovely to meet you, son,”
Michael said as they shook hands.
    “ This is for you,” Steven
replied as he handed the bottle to Michael.
    “ Good year,” Michael said
when he saw just how old the scotch was. Steven turned to look at Meg
and then handed her the flowers.
    “ And these are for you,”
he told Meg as smiled and took the bouquet from him.
    “ You are making it really hard
for me to hate you,” she admitted smiling.
    “ I really try to avoid people
hating me,” Steven laughed. Meg looked at Julie and gave her
one of those ‘this a keeper’ looks before Julie asked
everyone to head to the dining room.
    All through dinner, Julie watched as her father and best
friend got to know Steven. At the end of the evening, she was sure of
one thing. Steven did not only charm her, but he also managed to get
two of the most difficult people she knew in his good books. As the
four had dessert, her father looked at her and smiled. He mouthed an
‘I approve’ to her making her laugh. The hardest part was
over. Now the only thing left was for her to realize that she was as
serious about this guy as he was about her. And it was a great
feeling too.

Chapter
7
    After the dinner, Julie didn’t really have any
other reason to avoid him. She had only known for him for less than
two month,s but she somehow felt like she trusted him, almost fully.
The two were almost inseparable. They would meet at least thrice a
week, mostly after work, but she was still in charge of getting him
more properties around the city.
    On one of the days the two were looking at a house,
Steven suggested that she should visit him. Julie looked at him
almost surprised.
    “ That’s the only property
you didn’t show me. You should come over,” he offered.
She smiled and looked into his eyes.
    “ Are we talking lunch or
something?” she asked.
    “ Actually, I was thinking
dinner. And then maybe breakfast,” he said. She kissed him and
shrugged.
    “ Don’t you have something
a little less traditional?” Julie asked Steven.
    “ You don’t want dinner
and breakfast?” he asked.
    “ No, breakfast sounds

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