Chapter 80

Taylor tried to keep his features composed, not to let Dianne see the anger her words were provoking in him.

He had little doubt that if her father walked into the restaurant at that moment, he would connect his fist to his face with all the force in his possession. How that man had the nerve to call himself a father...

How Dianne had managed to grow up into the warm, compassionate woman she was today stumped him too.

“Can we go home?” She asked. I’ve got a headache.

She did look pale.

He called for the bill and discreetly told the waitress to cancel the cake waiting in the kitchen that was to have been brought out when their meal had finished. Getting to his feet, he felt in his pocket for the square box. He would give Dianne her present when they got home, after a relaxing massage and a bottle of champagne. He would spoil her rotten and make this a birthday to remember for all the right reasons.

But first he had to get them home.

The streets surrounding the restaurant were gridlock