Chapter 4
Gia was searching for something healthier than the leftover pizza that was calling her name from the back of the fridge when someone knocked on her door. It had to be her father since he’d gotten past the security door at the entrance, and he was the only person she’d given a spare key to. She appreciated that he still knocked. It had been a while since she’d had a steady boyfriend, but one never knew who one might find over the course of a day.
She opened the door to see her guess had been right. Her father stood in the hallway with a bottle of champagne and a bag of takeout. She groaned. “I just had pizza last night.”
“You don’t need to watch your figure,” he said. “But don’t worry. I got you one of those chicken wrap things you like so much.”
She stepped aside and let him
