“And that’s a checkmate.” George smirked, beating Isabella’s queen.
She sat back with a frown and a pout. “I really hate chess.”
It was one of Isabella’s Sundays at George’s place, something that had become a regular for her.
With her own family having no interest in her, she found a consolidating figure in George who treated her like his own granddaughter but more like a friend.
“What movie are we watching?” Isabella asked, picking up some crisps off the table, taking them all in her mouth at once, rubbing her hands off her denim shorts.
“Actually…” George stopped in the middle of the lounge room, looking through his phone, “I have an important conference call to attend. Would just be a minute…”
He looked at Isabella as she shrugged with a smile. Even though he had retired, George
