Capítulo 12: Chapter 12

“Allan, you’ll regret it.”

“Hey, my intentions are honorable.” At that moment, they were. “And he’s our future family, right?” I got into the elevator. “I’m just going to look at his drawings.”

The doors slid shut and I leaned up against the wall, too excited to stand.

* * * *

Davinder’s office was three blocks away from my house.

It was a two-story building—brand new. I could smell the sawdust around the staircase. The paint was still fresh. I saw the jazzy sign on the door.

Lamontagne Inc.

That was his last name. I knocked. Moments later, I heard Davinder call out, “It’s open.”

“Hi,” I said, stepping inside. I stayed by the door. “You haven’t been here long, have you?”

“Actually.” Davinder didn’t meet me at the door. He stood by a desk, shuffling papers. He wore a fitted black shirt and his dark hair shone almost blue under the ceiling light. “Been here all day.”

“I meant the building.”

“No. Moved in last month.”