Chapter Five
Graham
“Allie, come on!”
“I’m coming!” she called in return.
My daughter pounded down the stairs, practically skidding to a stop in the kitchen as she came around the corner.
“Can we get coffee?” she asked.
I arched a brow. “Coffee?”
Allie shrugged, her blue eyes twinkling. “Yes.” I waited. She rolled her eyes. “Okay. Not coffee. Hot chocolate,” she amended because she knew coffee for her wasn’t on the menu.
When she saw the look on my face, she added, “I just want to stop by Firehouse Café. I’d like one of those cranberry orange scones too. Please.”
Aw, hell. I couldn’t say no, even if I wanted to, so I nodded. “Can do.”
“Yay!”
Glancing at my watch, I added, “We need to roll. You only have a half an hour before school starts.”
Allie’s curls bounced on her shoulder
