"Well, I'd say this dinner was worth every penny." Willow smiled, then turned to Ablitt. "As for Mr. Harrington, I'll leave that in your capable hands."
She had signed an exclusive deal with the publishing house, under the condition that Ablitt would be her only point of contact. Any requests or feedback from the publisher would go through him.
"Don't worry, I'll smooth things over with him," Ablitt promised, now firmly on Willow's side after clarifying her wishes. A boyish grin lit up his face. "But you know, that means you owe me another dinner."
Willow's eyes sparkled with easy confidence. "No problem."
Just as she finished speaking, her phone vibrated on the table. She glanced down to check—it was a message from her dad. He told her the new car was ready to pick up, and asked her to come home for dinner when she had time, so she could drive the car back herself.
A faint smile played at the corners of Willow's lips.
Ablitt noticed her expression and couldn't help but ask, "Good news?"
Getting a new car certainly qualified as good news.
And that morning, Willow had also listed her Baycrest Villas property with a realtor—two big wins in one day.
But there was no need to share all that with Ablitt.
She simply said, "Nothing much. My dad just wants me to come home for dinner when I have time."
Willow's dad, huh?
Ablitt's mind conjured up the image of a refined, gentle-faced man. He'd met Willow's father once in high school, just in passing, but the impression had stuck with him.
"How's your dad doing these days?" Ablitt asked politely, his tone warm.
Willow set her phone aside, her eyes clear and unwavering. "He's doing well, thanks for asking."
With her around, she would look after her father—no question.
The girl at his side immediately gave his arm a playful pinch. "Seriously? Complimenting other girls in front of me?"
He yelped theatrically, though it clearly didn't hurt. "Spare me, m'lady! Isn't she my cousin's girlfriend? Future cousin-in-law, right Ablitt?"
Willow: "…"
She was about to correct the misunderstanding, but Ablitt cut in first. "Don't be ridiculous. She's just a friend from high school. Don't make things awkward."
Ablitt's straightforward response defused the moment. The younger man quickly apologized to Willow. "Sorry, I jumped to conclusions."
Still, he couldn't help thinking that his cousin might have a thing for Willow. After all, why else would Ablitt have asked him last night about good places to eat in the area, only to show up today with such a pretty girl?
His aunt was always worried about Ablitt's love life—maybe things were finally looking up. And if his future cousin-in-law turned out to be this stunning, well, his cousin was one lucky guy!

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