10. Cord

Chapter 10

Cord

I pull into the parking lot of the clubhouse a whole hour before I'm supposed to be here. I'm hoping Dad's already here, because I really need to talk to him.

I peek inside his office and breathe out a sigh of relief when I find him with his chin resting in his hand and a pair of glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose as he stares at his computer screen. It's almost comical seeing him like this. He thinks he looks so old in glasses, but I guarantee most women would still find him attractive. Macy would definitely make a comment about him being a silver fox if she were here.

"What's up, Cord?" He asks without ever looking away from the screen.

"How'd you know it was me?" I step into the room and slowly drop into a chair on the other side of his desk.

"None of the other guys would stand there and stare at me, wondering how they got so lucky to have such a sexy dad." He smirks, finally pushing away from his desk and folding his arms over his chest. I swear it's his default position.

"I was not," I grumble under my breath.

"You were. You were probably also thinking about comments Macy would be making right now."

"Get out of my head!" I chuckle and mirror his position.

"What's got you here an hour early?"

"Macy."

Dad nods his head. No matter how many times I try to tell him we're over, he knows I'll never get over her. It's just not possible.

"What's going on with my girl?"

"Last time I checked, Cici's your girl, not Macy." I smirk.

"Nah, Macy will always be like a daughter to me. Now spill it. I don't have all day."

"Do you need a public relations specialist?" I offer him a tight smile.

"Not particularly."

"What if I start getting in trouble? Then will you need one?"

"I thought Macy had a job."

"She got fired. She didn't tell me why though." I pick at a thread on the bottom of my shorts, my mind straying to her once again.

"I could probably get her a job at Scott, Powell, and Coleman. If we don't have openings there, I'm sure I could talk to some friends. "

"No, I want her with the Pit Bulls." I shake my head. She belongs with me. If she's here, she'll be forced to talk to me more.

Dad stares at me for a few minutes and doesn't say anything. He's making his thinking face and I know he's probably going over every option he has in this situation. I watch him carefully and wait, knowing he'll speak when he's ready to.

"Give me Macy's number and I'll call her. I'll discuss my needs with her and see if she can meet them."

"Ew, can you reword that to make it sound less… dirty? You're talking about my ex-girlfriend." I grimace at the thought of him going near Macy. I know there's zero chance of him cheating on Mom and there's no way he'd go after Macy of all people. He knows how much she means to me, but it still sounds wrong.

"Oh, stop it." Dad rolls his eyes. "I'm literally old enough to be her father."

"That's a whole romance trope! Tons of women fantasize about age gap romances!"

"Well, I fantasize about my Sunshine, so I don't really care what other people fantasize about. What the fuck is wrong with you?" He shakes his head at me like I'm being the ridiculous one here… and maybe I am. My head is all over the place right now and I can't stop myself.

Snatching a piece of paper and a pen off his desk, I scribble out Macy's number from memory and slide it across the dark wood.

"Are you going to hire her? "

"I'm going to discuss things with her. First and foremost, I need to find out why she was fired. I'm not offering a job to someone if it isn't a smart decision for my business. That's just stupid. But, if everything is fine there, we'll talk about a possible job."

"Thank you, Dad," I say as I stand from my seat.

"I didn't say I'd definitely hire her," he warns.

"Yeah, but you're willing to give her a shot and that means a lot to me."