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to know their only daughter. Her parents were workaholics and, therefore, when she was born they immediately appointed her a nanny, until attending nursery. They worked hard having no time to give her siblings. Her mum had always said she had been a mistake. Great thought!
    “Here you go. I keep expecting you to run off,” he said, sitting back in his chair and placing her drink in front of her.
    She stared into his eyes, wondering how the hell he could read her mind. She grinned at his remark and turned her attention back to looking out the window.
    “How are you feeling now?”
    She turned to glance at him. “Annoyed.”
    “You cannot honestly tell me you were going to jump?”
    “Yes, I was.”
    “What, and seriously kill your unborn baby? Don’t you think that is selfish?”
    Kacey gawked at him frustrated, frowning, not liking what he said. Yet, it was the truth. “Yes and no.”
    “But surely, things cannot be that bad. I mean, you’re young, beautiful, and having a baby,” he said.
    She was taken aback by his words, it had been such a long time since anyone had said such words. Kacey ached to the pit of her stomach with tenderness.
    “Where do you live?”
    “London, I work there. I have an apartment that I share with two other guys, helps to pay for the expensive living there, and you?”
    “And you’re not going to call the police?”
    Calvin tilted his head to the side, lifting his brows, giving his answer. His gazed intently into her eyes while she sat anxious stroking her hair. She guessed he’d for some reason give her the benefit of the doubt, unsure why.
    She thought to continue with the previous question he asked her. “York. I moved there many years ago before attending college, well, I only attended college for a few months and then…well…had to leave. I managed to get a job, temporary but struggled and had to leave that. I failed my parents, but then I always seemed to disappoint them no matter how hard I tried to impress them. I did however, work in a bridal shop, designing, and became a seamstress for a short time. I enjoy dress making and have done since I was tiny,” she said, smiling, remembering the days when she enjoyed getting up and heading to work. “I enjoyed it. I house-shared at the time until the landlord evicted us.” Why have I just told him that!
    “Wow, designing bridal wear, that is something,” he said.
    Her thoughts drifted miles away thinking about the boutique, how glamorous and rewarding the job had been to see the bride leaving the shop excited and about to marry the man of her dreams.
    “Yeah, loved it. Then I got involved with a bad crowd, met Rob, drugs, drink, sex you name it and fell pregnant and well, he cheated on me with many women and ditched me. Only I had lost everything in the meantime that meant anything to me. I tried so hard to talk to my parents, well my mum but she just wouldn’t listen. My father works in York, at least I think he still does,” she said unsure if he did or didn’t. What she did know was they still lived at the same house. “My mum wanted me to follow her career path I was just never interested she forever kept telling me how I was letting her down. I left home for a short while, and well went back months later grovelling, only my mother wouldn’t accept me back, told me I was useless and wants to cut all strings with me.”
    “That is rubbish. I don’t understand. Why would they cut their strings with you because you wouldn’t follow their career path?”
    “Exactly.”
    “But that is selfish on their part. My father never expected me to follow his footsteps, I just did.” He chuckled. “We are all not suited for what our parents wish us to be. My father never expected me to follow I just did. I loved following him around and acting the boss.”
    “That is good you wanted that direction.”
    “I just didn’t want to, I loved making, fixing clothes. My mum said it wasn’t a career path.”
    “You tell the