Jake's POV
"Son, I don't know if you understand what you're implying here," Jake's father, August, drawled.
"That's the problem, Dad. I have no idea what's going on at all." Jake ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
"Help me understand what you're feeling." August sat in a leather office chair, fingers knit together in front of himself.
August had been interrogating Jake since Jake had come home from work earlier that evening. Jake was exhausted.
"When I see her, I feel like the whole world it right. There's never been a more perfect person on this earth. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but it's more than that. I would feel that way no matter what she looked like. She is beautiful right down to her very core and I just know that about her, even though I barely know
