Chapter 366
So.
There was no way he was stepping foot inside the Gonzales estate-a veritable lion’s den if there ever was one.
With that thought, Farrell turned to his grandmother. “Grandma, I’ll be honest with you—I already have someone I like. So please, let’s not talk about arranging anything else p>
Old Mrs. Ryan massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming on. “Don’t tell me you’re chasing after another girl again p>
“It’s not like that this time, Grandma. I mean it-I’m serious about her.” Farrell enunciated every word.
She pressed harder at her forehead, her frown deepening. “And who is this girl p>
“Her last name is Kensington,” Farrell said, unable to hide the pride in his voice. “And we have this incredible connection p>
Caitlin was, without a doubt, the most remarkable woman he’d ever met.
He was determined-he had to win her over.
“How long have you known her?” Old Mrs. Ryan asked, eyeing him skeptically.
“One week,” he replied.
She stared at him, eyebrows knitted. “Just one week? Do you even know anything about her? You’re telling me you’re serious p>
“Isn’t a week long enough?” Farrell shot back.
With anyone else, a week would have meant at least five nights together.
But Caitlin?
It had been a full week, and he still hadn’t even added her on WhatsApp.
Farrell had never felt so hopelessly outmatched before.
But maybe that was precisely what made Caitlin so different.
Old Mrs. Ryan let out a heavy sigh. “Let me ask you one last time. I’m going to the Gonzales family’s to visit Keira the day after tomorrow. Are you absolutely sure you won’t come p>
“Yes, I’m sure. You could ask me ten times or a hundred times, and my answer would be exactly the same.” Farrell’s voice was resolute.
“Fine. Very well.” Old Mrs. Ryan looked at him, her gaze sharp. “Farrell, let me tell you something: you get one shot at this. If you miss the chance to become the Gonzales family’s grandson-in-law, you’d better not come to me years from now with regrets p>
Farrell met her eyes, unflinching. “Grandma, relax. I’ll never regret it.” Regret?
Not a chance.
Why would he regret passing on a country girl, divorced at that? There was nothing there to regret.
Gordon Sylvester had always been a morning runner.
On his very first day in The Capital, he laced up his sneakers and headed to the nearby park for a jog.
As he ran, a little black dog suddenly fell into step beside him.
“Woof! Woof p>
Gordon hadn’t thought much of it at first, but after two laps, the dog was still trailing him faithfully.
Odd. Was it a stray?
He glanced back over his shoulder, jogging at a steady pace. “Stop following me.
Look, I’m not going to take you home no matter what p>
“Woof! Woof p>
The dog was undeterred, tail wagging, trotting after him with relentless determination.
Even after Gordon finished his run, the dog was still there. With a
resigned sigh, he stopped, crouched down, and pulled a pair of white gloves from his pocket-he always carried them for just such
for encounters Tugging them on with obvious distaste, he grabbed the dog by its front legs and lifted it up, holding it at arm’s length.
He frowned as he got a better look. “Underbite, too? You’re really not winning any beauty contests, are you p>
“Monday! Monday p>
A clear, cheerful woman’s voice called out from nearby.
At the sound, the little dog immediately perked up and barked twice, tail wagging furiously.
And then Gordon saw her-a familiar figure jogging over.
He raised an eyebrow. “Catie p>
Caitlin looked just as surprised to see him. “You moved back to The Capital already p>
“Yeah,” Gordon nodded, “just got in yesterday p>
Her eyes fell on the dog in his arms, and she laughed. “Monday! What are you doing here p>
She’d brought Monday along for her own morning run, but one moment of distraction and he’d vanished She’d given up on her own workout to look for him.
“Catie, this is your dog?” Gordon asked.
She nodded. “Yep. His name’s Monday p>
Gordon immediately stripped off his gloves and, with a rare smile, reached out to scratch Monday behind the ears. No wonder he’s cute-he belongs to you p>