Chapter 3
For the next few days, Fiona had stared at Connor’s texts. How about dinner? Dinner’s not complicated.
How little he knew of her life. She shot him down every time because she didn’t want him to find out who her parents were. The thing she liked most about him was that he knew the real her without any preconceived notions.
She wandered through the banquet hall debating whether she should go see Connor, when she saw her father without Mom.
She headed in his direction and stood beside him. He was deep in conversation with a younger man, one Fiona didn’t recognize. Not that she knew all of her father’s campaign donors.
“Michael, this is my lovely daughter, Fiona. Fiona, this is Michael Cartwright.”
The man shook Fiona’s hand and smiled. “And what do you do for a living, Fiona?
