“So, you’ll be tied up with him for a while, won’t you? Which means I probably won’t get to see you until we get back from our trip.”
Her father knew her so well.
A lot like the rest of her family.
“Very possibly,” she replied.
“Then, I think you could at least let me take you to lunch before he hides you away.”
She had more than enough reasons to say no. Owning her own gallery meant the work never stopped. If it wasn’t one thing, then it was another. She also now needed to brief her assistant on the artist who seemed determined to toe every line and work her very last nerve. The less she had to deal with him after today, the better it would be. She had a lot to do, and she really couldn’t afford to cancel her next two meetings to have lunch with her dad when she already planned to just take it in her office that day.
But …
At the same time, she loved her dad.
Missed him, too.
Sometimes, they didn’t get enough time together. He never said anything about it one way or another. And she tried not to point it out, either. She never missed a chance to spend her day with her dad.
“How long before you get here?” she asked.
Lucian chuckled. “I am outside with a car running.”
Of course, he was.
Lucian knew her well.
“I will be out in two minutes.”
“Perfetto, mia cara.”