Chapter 38

“It’s a piece of cake, Summer said with a puzzled face. Was searching for a company address difficult?

“Who’s your dad?” Rhett found chatting with this kiddo pretty amusing.

York was driving, his eyes practically glued to the rearview mirror. Was that their Mr. FitzGerald? He even goofed around with a kid.

“You’re my dad,” Summer seemed convinced that Rhett was her father.

In Summer’s world, everything was always straightforward, never that complicated.

Rhett cracked a smile, totally clueless that he was such a kid magnet. How come he remembered that Eve’s brat would start bawling at the sight of Rhett, as if he’d seen the Bogeyman?

Sure, this little boy was more lovable.

“Can I keep this Superman? I’ll get you a new one. How about that?” Rhett said softly.

Summer pondered for a moment, then adorably nodded. “If you like it, it’s yours, no need to get me a new one.”

“Why?”

“Don’t wanna make you spend money.” Summer knew earning cash was a hard slog. “Uncle Garner works super hard to make money, you must be worn out too.”

Rhett never bothered to correct Summer’s address, and even York was getting a bit fed up, wondering what the heck Rhett was up to. “Kiddo, don’t go calling random dudes Dad, he’s not your pop. Your real dad is something else, and no one knows who he is yet.”

Summer glanced at York and then kept quiet.

“You talk too much, don’t you?” Rhett furrowed his brow.

dare to

the little toy to Rhett and then

one knew how much Summer

children, but Summer only had his uncle. His mom was locked up, and he had never even

was busy making money to support him

with him.

watching the other kids with

and gave it a look.

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a hot mean and downright noly

it was Superman, he wouldn’t have

kids‘ imaginations were

FitzGerald Mansion

headed to the backyard shed in

to the shed closed behind her, and

and got

she had fought back before and

you the gulfriend Vincent got for me? A dude in a

to open the door, but

let out a cynical laugh. It seemed Vincent wouldn’t be

was going through dark times, Vincent was

her into the abyss, making her see for herself the layers of hell.

her. She lacked

years old, and you?” Kemp seemed intent on forcing himself on Kristin,

other women used to scream and run at the sight of Kemp as if he were a

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