Her Older Professor: An Older Man Younger Woman Curvy Romance (Daddy Knows Better Book 4) by Liz Fox

Author:Liz Fox [Fox, Liz]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Allie

I hoped that taking a pair of scissors to the Voltaire at Max Volume book jacket might make me feel better, but so far, I’m just as angry and humiliated as when I stormed back into my apartment last night after my unfortunate discovery at Damian’s house.

I gather up the tiny scraps of paper and deposit them in the trash, along with the rest of his book. The other offending volume, Augustin Wells’ copy of Les Illuminations, is far too precious to suffer the same fate. It sits wrapped in clear plastic on my coffee table until I drop it off at the department office for Damian to find in his mailbox.

It was a gift, but I can’t bear to keep it.

I pick up my phone and call Hannah.

“Allie-Pallie,” she sings as she answers the phone. “Where’ve you been?”

“Sorry, Hannah Banana,” I say. “It’s been a wild few days.”

“Good wild or bad wild?” she asks. I hear a low voice murmuring in the background. My dad, I assume.

“Bad,” I say. Admitting it to someone else makes the pain flare bright and hot in my chest, and I can’t stop the sob that follows. “Can you come over?”

“Oh, Allie,” she says. “Of course I can. I’ll be there in ten.”

“Okay.” My voice wobbles and I sniffle. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Allie-Pallie. Whatever it is, we can fix it,” she says.

Nine minutes later, Hannah barges in without bothering to knock, carrying a reusable grocery bag. She sets it on the counter and pulls out a bottle of wine and a pint of Cherry Garcia ice cream.

“Spoons and a bottle opener,” she says. “And two glasses.”

I dig through the still-unpacked boxes and pull out a couple of spoons and the bottle opener, but give up on locating the glassware, so we settle for coffee mugs.

Hannah pours rosé into a mug that reads No Coffee Before Talky. She hands it to me and fills another mug for herself, this one featuring an orange cartoon cat and the phrase I Hate Mondays. She grabs the ice cream and spoons with her free hand and ushers me to the couch.

“Start from the beginning,” she instructs as she pries open the ice cream and hands me a spoon.

I dissolve into tears.

And talk.

Hannah doesn’t say anything while I tell her the whole story, just gazes at me thoughtfully as she eats periodic spoonfuls of ice cream.

“…and then I left,” I finish. I’ve cried so hard that my face feels almost hot and my throat is sore. I eat another spoonful of ice cream and let the cold soothe away the ache.

I look up at Allie and wait for her reaction.

To my shock, she laughs.

“What’s so funny?” I demand.

“Allie,” she says, still giggling. “You’ve been so cool about my relationship with your dad and I didn’t realize that it might be because you also like ‘em—you know, older.”

I grab a tissue and wipe at my snotty nose. “You’re right,” I say with a weepy little laugh. “It is kind of funny.

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