Chapter 89

• Not for Dylan—he was far too young to understand any of that—but for Lucy. He wanted to show her that he could take care of her, that he could provide for both of them in ways no one else could.
• Finally, after about ten minutes of indecision, he settled on a sleek, tailored navy blue shirt and a pair of dark jeans that hugged his frame just right. The look was effortlessly polished but still casual, exuding the kind of understated luxury that Jason had mastered. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, smirked at his reflection, and grabbed his car keys.
• The drive to Lucy’s house felt like it took forever, though it was only a few miles from his apartment. His mind raced with thoughts of how the day would unfold. Would she let him into their lives? Would Dylan recognize him as his father? Could they really become a family? He pushed the last thought aside, focusing on the more immediate challenge—convincing Lucy to let him in.