Dylan POV“You must be Dylan,” she tells me, and I nod, offering her one of my most charming smiles.“And you must be Mrs. Thompson,” I say, and it grants me a side look. I raise an eyebrow as I wasn’t expecting that. “I am Josie, Mrs Thompson was his mother,” she says with the most caring smile, and I can’t help but fall in love with her. I can see both of them in Jo, Josie’s brown eyes and freckles. “Would you like something to drink?”, Josie asks, and I smile politely.“Only if you’re offering”, I tell her, and it grants me a cute little laugh as she opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of orange juice.“We don’t drink alcohol in this house, so orange juice will have to do,” she tells me, and I nod politely. I don’t even remember the last time I had dinner without a glass of wine, but I can t

Jo POV“Do you need help with anything?” I ask my mom, that walks past me in the kitchen and shakes her head. “No, I am good, I just need you to get out of my kitchen,” mom says and I can’t help but smile. Mom did everything by herself for Thanksgiving. She never allowed any of us to help. I would love to know her secrets, but she said she will only tell them to me when I am married. At this rate, I will never know. At least Sissi has a boyfriend now. So hopefully it will work out and she will get the recipes. “Okay, let me know if you need anything”, I say over my shoulder as I walk into the living room where my dad is sitting down in front of the tv cradling a beer and watching hockey. I sit next to him, resting my feet on the coffee table, and he smiles, looking at me. “What was that? What is Ashford thinking?”, I ask raising both my hands up and Dad laughs. “You know this is recorded right?” Dad asks and I laugh. Yes, I know… I love Hockey, I grew up watching Hockey instead of

Dylan POV“What time are you picking me up?” Savanna asks me on the phone.“I am on my way,” I say, and she takes a deep breath. “I need more time than that, Dylan. Why didn’t you message me earlier?” She asks, and I take a deep breath. I was stuck inside a fucking court all day while Richard was getting his sentence. He really is fucked. I feel for my brother, and this thing didn’t go according to plan for him. I feel bad. “I was in court, babe, you know that,” I say, and she takes another deep breath, and I can imagine her rolling her eyes. That’s like a trademark for her. “Okay, I need another thirty minutes, so wait for me in the car,” she says, and I accept her terms. I always accept anything she tells me, and I love the w

Dylan POVSavanna is traveling again, and I have to say I am relieved. I like being alone now. She makes so much noise and is always recording us. I barely see her face, and she always has her phone in front of it. I take a deep breath leaving comfortably against the headboard of the bed while I flick through different channels until I reach CNN. I put it louder before I get out of bed, resting both feet on the floor and stretching my arms above my head. I walk into the bathroom to have a shower and start my day, but the news catches my attention, and I look out at the screen. I shake my head as they only talk BS about the company. They have no clue what is really happening. I walk back into the bathroom, finishing to get ready. “Good morning,” I say to Alma as I take my place at the kitchen table. She smiles, placing my coffee in front of me. “New

Jo POVGetting into the car I see Richard’s daughter. The girl is beautiful. She is Richard’s female version. I didn’t even know that it was possible. Layla hugs her while she gives me a nasty look. Well, I am interrupting their plans after all. “What happened?” Mia asks looking at me and Layla waiting for someone to tell her why the hell I am here. To be honest, I would like someone to tell me that as well. I should go to a hotel. “Mia, this is my best friend in the entire world. This is Jo”, Layla tries to introduce us while she smiles, but all I get from the girl is a small nod. Brat. I never like entitled kids, and she is one. But this is not my place to say anything. “I’ve heard so much about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” I let out trying to sound casual and actually happy to meet her but again she only nods. Argh, teenagers are the worst. I kept my eyes out of the window watching as people walked around in the rain, some people running and others just casually w