Alec Savage stared up at the two-story house through his dusty windshield with a mélange of fear, anger, and excitement churning in his stomach. Considering his father’s child support checks had arrived like clockwork for the past twenty-four years, he shouldn’t have been surprised to find out the neat Victorian tucked away in a suburban DC neighborhood belonged to the man he’d never met. The owner of this house had plenty of money and no need to brag for everyone to know it. The lawn was impeccably tailored with twin rows of low hedges soldiering along the stone path that wound its way to the front door, while white paint and hunter green trim seemed fresh enough to have been put on last week.
A fairytale house if he ever saw one. Too bad its owner was anything but a prince charming.
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