Chapter 2
Brady sat at his desk shuffling the last of his paperwork while
smiling to himself thinking of his plans for the rest of the day.
His father peeked in the door every once in a while to laugh to
himself about his son's goofy grin, mainly because he knew
exactly why he was smiling like that. He suspected it had
something to do with a certain Ms. Chloe Lane. Before his last
meeting of the day John decided to pay his extra happy son a
little visit.
Sneaking up behind Brady who was lost in his own little world
John exclaimed loudly, "Working hard son!"
Brady let out a little scream and turned quickly to see his
attacker. Letting out a sigh of relief and then glaring when he
saw who it was, "Dad, you scared the crap out of me!"
John smothered a chuckle, "Sorry, couldn't help myself!
Brady continued to glare while his father made himself
comfortable in one of Brady's plush leather office chairs.
"Need something dad, or are you just here to give me a heart
attack?"
John did chuckle at this remark. Raising an eyebrow in true John
Black fashion, "Actually," he said smirking, "I
was just wondering what had you so involved that you didn't even
notice me coming into your office. You were smiling an awful lot.
Is there uh something on your mind Brady?"
Brady looked at his father innocently, hoping he couldn't tell
what he had been thinking about, cause lord knows if he did he
would never stop teasing him about it.
Nervously, "Uh, no dad. I was actually just finishing these
last few reports before I left for the day!"
"You're leaving awfully early." John said suspiciously.
"You've finished everything?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to enjoy the rest of the day a little
earlier than normal. Is that so odd?"
John laughed, "No, not odd. I was just wondering if you were
planning on telling me that you were leaving early to see
Chloe."
Damn, busted! Leaning forward with his elbows on his desk and
burying his face in his hands, Brady groaned inwardly. He knew
what was coming next. It was always the same. First came the
hinting, then came the teasing, then came the full blown laughter
while Brady sat mortified, the victim of his father's humor.
With laughter twitching at the corner of his lips, "So, is
that why you were just looking like a lovesick teenager who just
got to sit next to the prettiest girl in school?"
Brady groaned again, this time out loud though.
Not able to hold it in any longer, John busted out laughing and
good-naturedly gave his son a hard slap to the back. "Just
messing with you kid," while Brady tried to recover the air
that was just forced from his body, "there's nothing to be
embarrased about. You know it's okay, I think you're old enough
to start liking girls."
Brady finally looked up and sighed, "Oh, come on dad you
know this isn't the first time I've liked a girl."
John gave Brady his Gotcha face and accused, "Ah, so you
finally admit it?"
Brady's eyes widened when he realized what he'd said and tried to
evade the question. "Admit what dad?" trying for
nonchalance, "You knew I dated plenty of girls in high
school.
Still smirking, John whacked him again, not noticing that it
again caused Brady a choking fit. "Nice try son."
striding across the room to the mini fridge and grabbing a Coke
before heading to the door, "It won't work but nice try
nonetheless."
"What won't work?" Brady gasped through a face red from
both embarrassment and lack of oxygen.
John turned with his hand on the knob, "This whole denial
thing. Your feelings will come out sooner or later whether you
want them to or not. My advice is to just tell her the truth now
and save you the energy of covering up." Opening the door
and stepping out to leave before turning back, "Later
kid!" finally noticing his sons face. "Oh and Brady,
I'd check the thermostat if I were you, you look a little
flushed."
Brady, having finally regained his breath mutters to himself.
"The man used to be a mercenary and he wonders why I almost
pass out after he whacks me on the back. Unbelievable!"
Leaning back in his chair, Brady thinks about Chloe again and
smiles.
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