May’s January disappeared into February before she knew it. With her busy schedule, her extra managerial sessions with her father, and preparing for Valentine’s Day, she only saw Kurt once a week for a few hours.
He didn’t seem to mind. They chatted every morning and every night, though the times had to change depending on his schedule and hers. And today, because of her insanely busy schedule with pushing out chocolate strawberry orders, he was actually coming into Sotheby’s to help her dip fruit.
She arrived at the restaurant first—or so she thought. “Daddy,” she said, the word dripping in surprise. “What are you doing here? It’s Sunday morning.” She’d never known her father to come in on the Sabbath, at least not until after worship services. Even then, he might just walk through to m
